flowers in the attic

Flowers in the attic

Garland wreath across the trees

Must be that time of year and all

Must be some part of me

That detests the holidays

That makes me want to say

Heathen stay away from me

Take your whiskey rum soaked breath

And jalapeno cheese stick fingers

And bourbon drenched cookie crumb 

Lingers at your cart blanche dumb numb

Thumbs so would you please leave me

Flowers in the attic..............