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?'
