Mr. Grinch

“Every night with you
Is Christmas Eve,”
She said the last time
She wore her thoughts on her sleeve
Before he pulped her little heart
Through a sieve
Of shaming and scorning
And words unretrieved
Fool me once…
Aw fuck it,
Once again, I’m deceived
But this holiday,
My gift, a reprieve
My Prince Charming turned Krampus
I mean what I say
“Each time waking with you
Is like Christmas Day,”
And the irony now, the truth in the word-
Though it hasn’t sunk in yet,
I know that you heard
I won’t miss a minute
Or the pain I incurred
You bring rolls to the table
And you steal the bird
You bring rolls to the table
and you steal the bird.