Advent Poem

[lobby__boy]

Right about the middle of October I start
waiting for weeks
for those
weeks of waiting.
A world all to shit
yearns for a savior.
Something stirs
as the leaves begin to turn.
Something stirs
right about the middle of October.
Damn near breaks
the first of December.
All shattered and
put together again
come the twenty-fifth.
Damn the truth-
we need him in December.