fuck October
fuck this changing of the seasons crap
fuck The Great Pumpkin
that never ever comes
and the hoodlums disguised
who swoop down like ungrateful locusts

fuck the days getting shorter
fuck it being dark before I even
make it home from work

fuck the sun being cold
rather than warming me
caressing me, stroking me

fuck the wind being chilly
and sucking the heat from my bones
like a malnourished child

fuck the frigid nights
hands and feet that freeze
into blocks of ice
that take hours to warm
even after crawling into bed

fuck the Christmas crap
going on sale the day
after Halloween, fuck the
corporations depending on our
good consumerism

fuck the tiredness
that makes me only
want to hide deep under the covers
until April and sun and flowers

fuck November, that
most dreary of fucking months
when everything is dank
and drips and grayness
sneaks out its skeletal
fingers to overtake your soul

fuck all this autumnal shit
keep your multicolored leaves
and your first hard freeze
the ice on the windshield
the runny noses, the flu, the colds
the bronchitis, the pneumonia
whipping yourself up into a
fucking holiday frenzy as though
there really is something to celebrate

keep it all to yourself
you fucking fool cuz I
sure as hell
am not buying it

(but you can leave
the maple syrup and
Thanksgiving outside the
door, even if I refuse
the rest of the delivery

kthxbi)

11/01/2007

Posted on 11/01/2007
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