Every once in a while
a holiday walks up
and asks me for a quarter,
some loose change,
a portion of my time,
you know,
some of the action,
like it wants a piece of me!
An event gets a life of its own
and wants my dedication.
Pretty soon any behavior
going towards ritual is suspect.
This holiday says to me,
"If you gather in my name
it's gonna cost yah"!
If this keeps up,
I won't have a life.
I'll be too busy
festively acting out.
I'll be too obliged
or too guilty
and far too far in debt.
What happened here?
I now have a celebratory smirk.
So I say to the holiday,
“I'm cynical about you.”
Why you show me
a public gathering
and I'll find you a shill.
And if I find that shill,
I'll know the holiday mooch
it works for . . .
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