No Doubt the expected answer to this prompt is Christmas lunch. When I was little I suffered terrible migraines, usually on Sundays, doctors said it was stress of the thought of school on Monday, where as you have probably already read in previous posts I had to endure lot of bullying. These migraines combined with the smell of Sunday lunch cooking, would make me quite ill. I still do not like that smell. Nevertheless such is the power of brainwashing, my family insist on a traditional Christmas lunch. We do not argue, I cannot win, but I would prefer pizza.

We have been in the city today to see a movie, there was a Christmas market on, the amount of tar on sale drove me to this.

Christmas Time Is Coming.

Christmas time is coming Mammons getting fat, please put a penny in a rich man’s hat. The shops are full of rubbish for people with no taste, probably ninety percent of it will end up as waste.

People can’t afford their heating, they can’t afford their food, but not to buy presents is classified as rude. False happiness is not my thing, you can go and shove it, all this false bonne ame I just cannot love it.

I want my Christmas back not this falsified garbage, one where good will and love are not a foreign language. Let’s all starve the parasites of their precious prey, this could be the first step, to getting our world back our way.

Someone’s going to pick me up on my French, he knows who it is. Mind that’s if I’m lucky editor keeps changing Bonne ame to Bonne American !

All words Meadowhead Bard. Bard.