A Ghetto Christmas
Derek, April Winter’s father, lives in a special care unit, a government funded facility in Hamilton, a sort of “retirement home for drunks” as he calls it. He shares a room with his buddy, puts posters on the wall, plays pool in the rec room, gets three square meals a day AND gets one beer per hour from 7am till 10pm everyday. This is his Christmas Story.
Twas the night before Christmas,
and all through the house,
everybody was shitfaced,
even the mouse.
The doors were all locked,
windows boarded with care,
for the fear that the po-lice soon would be there.
All of a sudden, there arose such a clatter,
i climbed off my hooker,
“what the fuck is the matter?!”
I opened the door,
and what do i see?
Two fucking crack heads looking at me!
I pulled out my gun to shoot at the pricks,
but in my drunken stupor, i shot old saint nick!
The old man fucked off, with his stupid reindeer,
“hey come on back you fat fuckin’ queer!”
That fucker looked back, and said with a yell,
“fuck you drunk ass, see you in hell!”
Merry X-Mas Everybody!Winter