Here sits GracefulDiscension
User of Fakku.net
He's trying make the poem function
But all he can do is fret
He seems confused and lost
Within word games and rhymes
Outside is Christmas's frost
Here have a dime
This young man will sleep
In a bed so soft
And hope his parents will not creep
Onto his loft
He hopes his parents will call
Before they drop by
Even though he saw them last fall
He can't help but cry
He loves his parents
They know it well
He stands on words he bent
That to his will fell
So as he laughs on Christmas day
He opens present like a little kid
And maybe he'll find a way
To show his parents the present he hid
He feels sleepy and tired
He drinks that last cup of 'nog
His answering machine says You're Hired!
And he sleeps with his mind in a fog