12 / 25 / 2008 12:55pm The Last Five Minuets of Christmas

No one called

The cell phone got left

At a friends apartment

On X-mas eve

And when it returned

On the cold day after

There was no red light

Blinking its missed call

Alert.  No one called.

Fables the cat was out

Of food and all the stores

Were closed up tight

She was luckier than me

I had a Fancy Feast

Can of cat food stashed

No Community Kitchen

Dinner of the down-trodden

For her

Little presents poured in

From the munificent

A touching benevolence

The little Smith and Wesson

Pink pocket knife

Was my fave although

One of their other

Fine perilous products

May have come in handier

If you’re someone like me

Christmas comes and goes

Almost undetected

The transgendered being

Most unpopular

Especially among siblings

And the sanctimonious

Who certainly are not

Trash like me

I have four sisters

Not counting the adopted one

And one brother

A daughter, two sons

And three grand children

That I know of

Left in the world

On this Christmas day.

No one called

But don’t cry for me

Or go oh! That’s terrible.

I’m the screwed up one

The one thing

We can all agree on

We can all pee on

Because Santa hates boys

Who become girls

And of course vice versa

Therefore it’s needless

(This goes without saying)

To say a day like today

Could dawn and fade

Hurtfully away

In the age of take-anywhere

Telephone magic, that

The insufferable report

That no one called