A Boring Christmas

You are licking your oily fingers,

After munching a fat Chicken thigh,

I am watching Boring Christmas carol singers,

And I am high.

You are taking selfies in a plane,

Captioned,” Holiday Manenos,”

What I plan to do I cannot explain,

And where I will go only God knows.

You are having a good time with your family,

And you are receiving gifts from your friend,

I am broke and lonely,

Wondering when Christmas will end.

You are dancing in a night club and getting sweaty,

You say the party should not stop,

I am already thinking of 2020,

If at all an album I will drop.

If I sell a few copies that year,

And enjoy a little bit of fame,

Then I will cheer,

And sing of a Jesus born in Bethlehem.

(image:www.deskgram.com)

Nelson My Husband

Nelson my husband has rather big buttocks,
They look like those of a woman,
And his voice is annoyingly smooth,
Like a girl singing a Christmas carol.

Nelson my husband snores,
At a time he is supposed to me riding me,
When I try to nudge him with my knees,
He twitches and turns to face the other side.

Nelson my husband calls me an immoral woman,
When I reach down to pull out his underused manhood,
He says Christians do not behave like that,
That sex is only for procreation and not for pleasure.

Nelson my husband has never seen me naked during the day,
He cannot identify my naked,headless body,
Because he does not create time to know it nor study it,
To know when it is starving and when it is satiated.

Nelson my husband cannot identify my scars,
He cannot identify my thighs,
He cannot identify my busts,
Nelson my husband cannot identify my vagina in a parade of vaginas.

(photo courtesy of www.atlantablackstar.com)