Life sux
Im in the middle of a discussion between my doctor and my psychiatrist. My medicine is causing me to hallucinate and crap like that extremely scary but the thing is im on so much meds if i change drasticly the amnt of meds im taking theres a big chance i should go in withdrawl. These halucinations are scaring me i have a pretty bump on my hip because I was running at it and collided into a wall. Its scaring the lights out of me. Well in the midst of my day today i was able to write a christmas poem to brighten everyones day
Santa began as a hobo of sorts
A crumbling marriage he went to the courts
A cheater a scoundrel full of infidelity
But santa had money so he went off with just a fee
He walked to his apartment room 39
Hot pockets, Easy Mac and twinkies he dined
He got drunk as a bat and stoned like an ox
He looked like he lived his life in a box
He put on pinkfloyd and smoked the night away
Smelling like crap and overburned filet
He had 8 tiny reindeer a wierd sort of bunch
Actually he owned 9 one he had for his lunch
Vixxen owned a stripp club
Rudolph owned a bar
Dasher sold escasty at Los Angeles Mall
Prancer owned a sweat shop
Comet ran a mob
Donnor just became a good for nothing slob
He comes in your house and steals all your toys
With one finger to his nose he crushes all your joys
Santa is sxxist he calls women hoes
He subsititutes cokaine for his cold winter snow
He supports slaver in branding his elfs
For all santa cared about was his little old self
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Santa began as a hobo of sorts
A crumbling marriage he went to the courts
A cheater a scoundrel full of infidelity
But santa had money so he went off with just a fee
He walked to his apartment room 39
Hot pockets, Easy Mac and twinkies he dined
He got drunk as a bat and stoned like an ox
He looked like he lived his life in a box
He put on pinkfloyd and smoked the night away
Smelling like crap and overburned filet
He had 8 tiny reindeer a wierd sort of bunch
Actually he owned 9 one he had for his lunch
Vixxen owned a stripp club
Rudolph owned a bar
Dasher sold escasty at Los Angeles Mall
Prancer owned a sweat shop
Comet ran a mob
Donnor just became a good for nothing slob
He comes in your house and steals all your toys
With one finger to his nose he crushes all your joys
Santa is sxxist he calls women hoes
He subsititutes cokaine for his cold winter snow
He supports slaver in branding his elfs
For all santa cared about was his little old self
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!