Good Humor

A Christmas poem.

It was all a bad joke;
A bad dream.
A bad
Life: not without
Its blessings;
Its cursings.
Oh!
Oh, the cursings!
Curse words, curse ways
Cursive world – winding.
Tortuous.
(Sounds like torturous.)
(Sounds like torture us.)
(Sounds like torture.)
Us.
Each and every.
Not funny.
Bad humor.
Curses.
A nightmare – horror flick.
A slasher.
“Don’t go in the room.”
Don’t take.
Don’t eat.
Don’t die.
Like gods?
Like God; what have we become?
Us!
“The calls are coming
From inside the house.”
Like God.
Good Humor: white garments, something sweet,
On the move.
The calls are coming;
They’re coming!
From inside the house.
Take.
Eat.
Awake.
Laugh.

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