Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: christmas

real estate lotto

each year my real estate agent
gifts me a lottery ticket for xmas,
one of those $2 scratchers that
you can win (maybe) $20k....or a couple of bucks,
more than likely just a couple of bucks,
and i figured she sends me this just in case i win
the $20k and want to use that sweet, sweet lotto winnings
as a down payment on a rental property,
so that i can have tenants that don't like me,
and something akin to passive income,
but i don't what that sort of stress,

though i'm not sure i'm ready
to tell my real estate agent that yet

my xmas poem; i hope it doesn’t sound too sad

suicide looks festive when using xmas lights,
green, blue, red, and white,
while dressed as a depressed santa
overfed from rum-soaked ham with a side of yams 
coated in fermented cane syrup left in an anaerobic barrel
for 3 weeks prior to this,
oh glorious,
of days passed down by tradition,
to be passed out while screaming at the television
for the little uniformed men
to perform uniformed movements,
as demonstrations of athletic prowess
feel forced but necessary,
forced into the necessary,
excessive, obsessive, desultory