a drunken christmas poem
Santa is burning something in his pipe
His head spins as he thinks man this is trite
He pulls the reigns one way and then another
He swears and curses his reindeer have no mother
He drops the gifts in a completely careless manner
He beans little billy and apologizes with a stammer
Its Christmas time
This looks like thyme
I'm high as as crap
I wrote this rap
I want a red rider pellet gun tomorrow
guns blazing my friends realize to their sorrow
Christmas isn't just for the nice
Its for the drunk now get me some ice
Merry Chistmas to all CP
There's nothing that rhymes with CP
I'm screwed a merry Christmas all who are in
Now where'd I leave my half bottle left of gin.
Good night good day I have to go
A Christmas lacking an inch of snow
Merry Christmas all to dog to cat to man
enjoy you're Christmas turkey and your yams
I bid you all a awesome day
I wish that I could sing and say
Be good be great and all the best to you.
Now back to the bottle so i can get completely stewed.
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My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
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