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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Christmas Sales
[time] => 2002-12-24 22:40:00
[hometext] => Christmas is a hard time of year for many peple, me included.
[bodytext] => Grey days of Christmas shopping
Wet winter in the air, Designer trousers collecting puddles Water dripping from your hair. The place is packed with thoughtless people, Greed bright in each red face, Tripping over short piggy legs To match life’s quickened pace. Everyone headed somewhere Whilst you just wander by, And you know that you’re an outcast When you’re lonely in the sales People all around you But you mind’s still on the scales Forgotten where you’re going As you stare up at the sky. There’s a homeless guy on the corner, The words: ‘Big Issue’ on his lips, All he wants for Christmas Is a scarf and bag of chips. But he’s not one for make-believe, His Santa died, aged five, The tips he gets won’t let him die, But they can’t keep him alive. Everyone headed somewhere Whilst you just wander by, And you know that you’re an outcast When you’re lonely in the sales People all around you But you mind’s still on the scales Forgotten where you’re going As you stare up at the sky. And the reams of screaming boys and girls Tug on parents sleeves, Or boast their tales of Santa’s secret. To those who still believe. Money spent for the sake of spending On the presents that no one likes. One month on and all that’s left Are torn books and broken bikes. Everyone headed somewhere Whilst you just wander by, And you know that you’re an outcast When you’re lonely in the sales People all around you But you mind’s still on the scales Forgotten where you’re going As you stare up at the sky. And the thought of Christmas dinner Weighs heavy on your soul, Overload on chocolate treats And the fear devours you whole. You think you’re watching factory hens, Getting fatter by the day, But it’s people here that are gorging, Saying you should do the same. Everyone headed somewhere Whilst you just wander by, And you know that you’re an outcast When you’re lonely in the sales People all around you But you mind’s still on the scales Forgotten where you’re going As you stare up at the sky. You’re going through the Christmas motions, But the spirit’s barely there, Can’t remember whose cards you’ve sent And frankly, couldn’t care. You’ve given up on good will and peace, You call this Christmas war, The sound of one more tinkled tune Would bring you crashing to the floor. Everyone headed somewhere Whilst you just wander by, And you know that you’re an outcast When you’re lonely in the sales People all around you But you mind’s still on the scales Forgotten where you’re going As you stare up at the sky. When you’re lonely in the sales. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 197 [topic] => 32 [informant] => Ami_and_me [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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