Little Christmas Carol

EDELTRAUD 3 =>> THE PSYCHOBITCH => THE AVENUE

ATHENS (Patision Avenue)
Saturday Morning
27/12/2014

LITTLE CHRISTMAS CAROL

Now it's past winter solstice,
Christmas is past also,
a mix of old with new pastiche,
and why shouldn't be so?

refrain at libidum

Some things have changed,
others have not,
but re-arranged
the same old spot.

You have not changed your old ways,
I have not changed mine,
our charming life in disarrays,
vinegar went the wine.

You knew I'd call on Christmas eve,
your mobile didn't respond,
I find it hard, but still believe:
This is our broken bond.

I sent a text and stayed awake,
hoping that you'll reply,
nothing came through till day break,
I think I know why.

On Christmas noon or there abouts
I made another call,
your phone was off, I had no doubts,
your wild night took it's toll.

"She must be sleeping", I just thought,
"God love her, she's not bad,
she just forgets what she should not,
fucked by her mum and dad".

I didn't enjoy my Christmas meal,
anxiety was high,
I would prefer a silent kill,
rather than live a lie.

*****

I do not know what to think,
my old mum seems concerned,
I phone again before I sink,
then fall asleep just burned.

A dreamless sleep, an endless black,
a bottomless hell pit,
in which I do not give a fuck
for any of your shit.

That's how I pass my Christmas day,
sleeping until midnight,
I have no hope but I'm ok,
there is no wrong or right.

My phone has rang, I don't reply,
my eyelids don't move,
tell me a fucking reason why,
I should disrupt this grove.

My friends are calling, I am sure,
they want to wish me well,
been fucking well I can't endure,
let me enjoy this hell.

A "Stellar-Venus" has appeared
and dreams begin to roll,
daring to live what she once feared:
Sex, drugs and Rock 'n' Roll!

A dual substance hot and wise,
a pristine moral art,
call it my wish, call it my vice,
a "Stellar-Venus" tart.

We have hard sex, then talk a lot,
then go our own ways,
the words were true, the sex was hot,
my friend, those were the days!

*****

I found your message when I woke,
saying that you were all right,
I thought, "This is her Christmas joke!
What should I do tonight?"

You said you'd call me later,
please do, I don't object,
I'm not a stellar hater,
the sky I don't reject.

I thought you're talking through your arse,
but you can prove me wrong,
two-three days later this farce
will be another song.

So there you have it, just enjoy,
my carol is all done,
your call didn't come, maybe you're coy,
whatever, have some fun!

Now it's past winter solstice,
Christmas is past also,
it goes more deep this old caprice,
and why shouldn't do so?