'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the league,
All the drunk were stirring, and feeling fatigue ;
The stockings were hung by the chimney of brick,
In hopes of getting presents, because Santa so sick ;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While child molesters pissed on their heads ;
And sluts in their handkerchief and I in my cap,
With people offering trades and other stupid crap ;
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Just my friend shooting his woman and leaving a splatter ;
Away to the window where I gazed so far,
And thought about why Hardbody a
;
The moon shed light on a cheesy zig zag route,
And over to drugged up Sticky, about to pass out ;
I'm going back to bed, a pretty lame sight,
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
12/25/2011, 10:11 am
