7 a.m., December 25th,
too depressed to get out of bed,
the unmentionable comes to mind,
followed quickly by a desire
to simply get drunk and
fuck this stupid observance of a deity
killed off long ago by
Nietzsche and friends.
The whole world and everyone I know
are seemingly drunk with good will,
but what’s under the Christmas tree
piques more interest and is of greater concern
than the war our country is waging
thousands of miles away
and in our hearts.
Paul Hellweg has had more than 200 poems published. His poetry has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and multiple Best of the Net Awards. His first poetry collection, Ode to a Drunken Muse, was recently published by Alien Buddha Press and is available on Amazon. To see more, please visit www.PaulHellweg.com.
It could be a perfect world; we only have to change one thing: our minds.ReplyDelete