The sweeping, the clicking, the
noise, noise, noise
Even Dr. Seuss knew the
psychological implications
Of holiday-motivated materialism
—And the virtues of sarcasm.
Don’t ask me to tell you again and
again
The reason I’m seething and biting
The end of my pencil, my lip, and my
tongue
The scathing remarks would hurt you,
I’m sure.
See, like this
—you village bicycle,
I can’t make this any clearer
I’d rather spend my holiday cheer
On something involving less Aspirin
—especially in this weather.
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