All holidays are a farce
Most of them are birthday driven
And you can shove them up your arse

Jesus was born twice so we may be forgiven
Easter, Christmas? Let’s go out and buy shit
All us fools in a capitalistic haven division

Thanksgivings a crock! Pilgrims aren’t legit
Another birthday celebration, for land!
Oddly, ZazaTurkey wasn’t even the main dish

Don’t get me started on the nationalist demand
Funny how they span the summer season
Excuses for a BBQ and sales on soda is in demand

Valentines, Mother’s and Fathers day are a wallets treason
Go out and buy some cards, chocolates, and ties
Because everybody wants something for no damn reason

Sorry if I missed other cultures and yearly traditional lies
I’ve wasted much of my life watching consumers
Thinking they’re the only family supporting this disguise
Vapid, sordid, traditional; falling into familial rumors
In a peddlers village buying products just as soon as they can rise
Holiday’s they are a tumor with dollar signs; designed with gold in mind

So I say to live life daily and end with no surmise
A toast to all your family and all of those who’ve died
Birthdays happen everyday and the sun will surely rise

The Miser

I feel with my skin
I feel with my heart
I feel with my mind
I feel words are art

I think people seek misery for the simple fact to have something to talk about
I think people talk about being special, and different, to ignore the ignorance of their own lives.
I think the thought of love is over-rated and tolerance is a conversation that’s left out
I think the ability to see others as you choose is what makes the weak survive

I take in the notions of all those that think
And express myself with said qualities
Humilities poet and self proclaimed dink
That calls out the cowards and all those that tease

It’s nothing personal. Because I couldn’t care less
It’s your problem not mine and three fingers point back
So go fuck yourself and succumb to duress
Try to convince me that white is not black

I think so I am, and therefore I am
All the dumb shit that some dude named Will said
I quoted it wrong and I don’t give a shit
Write your own song then you simple dimwit

Go back to the first part of this stupid rhyme
If you’ve made it this far then you’re possibly dying
Not quite like me though, not that you’d notice
Your news shows the emperors important focus

My time is over and I’ve come to a halt
Good luck now with this prisoner’s Earth
Don’t forget God turned a person to salt
And then he made Lot live in mountains and dirt
Blinded him too so he could be raped
By his daughters no less! to bear sons with some worth

This THIS! Is what humanity has brought to fruition
Not you, not me, this sort of biblicality
We put people in place that respect this indignation
And then…we worship religiously!

Down with humanity and the writable past
Down with the obligation to gold-gilded task
There are no more heroes nor marvels to save
There is only death after being a slave

Have I written enough yet to get this point across?
Are you subtly thinking this poets an arse?
Have you looked beyond meme and said “hey maybe
This wakko’s like me when it comes to daydreaming”

Don’t worry. Nobody listens. Lest we forget it’s all about them
Didn’t you notice? something recently happened about dollars and cents and rupees and gems
That’s okay. The guy with the mask on was who you thought it was
You were right! Heres a compilation prize for sitting, guessing, and being a part of us.