Poetry by Mikie

I hate Christmas,
I'll tell you why
Cause one of them stars,
Way up in the sky.
People say it's Poppa,
looking out for me,
I try to tell them,
That's where I want to be.

I hate Christmas,
I'll tell you why,
Cause people we love,
Didn't have to die.
Man can do wonders,
And fly to the moon,
But they can't stop a drunk,
From causing murder and doom.

I hate Christmas,
I'll tell you why,
People all they do,
Is tell you don't cry,
They just keep telling you a lie.
It'll get better,
As time passes on,
You can recover,
You can be strong.

I hate Christmas,
I'll tell you why,
Caus I always remember,
The way it should be.
Carefree and happy,
For both you and me,
Still loving the people,
That should still be here.

I hate christmas,
I'll tell you why,
Cause everytime I remember,
I feel like I want to die.
Say what you want,
I don't care what you think,
God I have to say,
With all your power,
YOU STINK.