I must confess
I hate Christmas parties
and I avoid them like the plague
vaguely I remember one
and it was not fun.
See I'm not about that life
drinking, fornicating and with a knife
stabbing at a vital part of myself-
the soul cries, the heart slowly dies;
wise are those who give them a miss
for it is they who minimize the risk
of rendering themselves fools-
rule yourself: mind, body and soul.
I saw it once, written on a toilet wall:
'Slaves of earthly desire
are we destined for the fire?'