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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic


Death is closing in on me.

Hope is evaporating

I’ve lived long enough.

I ain’t seen my kids for ten years

And Xmas is just a lonely misery

To endure.

Good luck to all you happy campers

With trees and snow on the roof.

I don’t trust God.

I’ve heard too many lies

About me to endure

But maybe that’s just God

Telling me to move

To a better location.

But I don’t trust God

Or anyone.

They’ll hate me

No matter where I go

And besides

My cats love me

And they are cheaper to feed

Than children.

Submitted: December 25, 2020

© Copyright 2021 Craig Davison. All rights reserved.

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Mike S.

Sad but excellent, Craig

Fri, December 25th, 2020 8:25pm


Thanks Mike. It wasn't as bad as I thought. A woman gave me a Bowie shirt and ended up visiting friends. I haven't heard from my kids, but they are probably busy doing girl things.

Sat, December 26th, 2020 3:36am

Steven P. Pody

It ain't over til the fat Santa sings, the New Years' bell rings, and your cats all grow wings. True: don't trust God. Death doesn't want you. ...And some fine day kids discover parents are human and show up to forgive, forget or ask for money - not necessarily in that order. Until then, keep writing, cause don't look now, ...but you're alive and spoiling for another year of torture...!

Wed, December 30th, 2020 9:59pm


Yeah, but I'm a nihilist. There is no cure and beautiful women have stopped falling in love with me. I rest my case.

Wed, December 30th, 2020 10:53pm

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