December

Cold clenches,
It is the season of the frail.
Minds are numbed,
Fluorescent lights project the winter's darkness.
They illuminate our year-long guilt.
Exploitation is the spirit!
Through giving we are living!
Caught up in selfless impression
And impersonation of happiness
We are as hollow as the jingling bells.
And so
We crush the spirit of December.

December '05