Poem #2,754 | Now – that time of year

Now – that time of year of
fireside hatred in wrap of
wider family discomfort –
set off by kerb-side fights
about numbers of rooms
[& derisible extensions] –
I’ll avoid such distrust by
not getting sucked off by
cock-hungry families [all
those mouths to feed] – I
will not gift diamonds as
love’s locum tenens – my
holiday time will be a lull
[without presents of lies]