Seasonal Baggage

Taxed in tidings towards this time of cheer
Instead of frequently we give a damn just once a year
And here it comes again, that caught contagious sense of fear
Will I be adequate in my attempts at gifting

For I know nothing of the hottest trends, or odds and ends
And with my wrapping skills, they equal to an armless squirrel who’s dead
And in no offense to limbless sciuromorpha

And yes, I learned that word by searching Wikipedia

But still despite these clumsy words, there grows a fire deep within

The urge to shop is lit

For I do wish to buy you every dress
And suit you’ve kept your eye on

Every instrument
The finest pics where you can leap to fly on

And every novel, toppled stacks, a vast library forged unmatched

And every star, plucked from the cosmos
Stored in stones to dreams unhatched

And to the deepest clearest rivers
To the brightest shores at sea
In all the things that make you quiver
Bound in careless ecstasy

But I am broke
I am so-o-o-o-o-oooooo broke

The rend is due, the pay’s aloof, electricity is through the roof

Though I will go each extra mile
With every dime to see you smile
I ammm
broke

Though, it is difficult to place in words
For through all my escapades
I’ll bump into what brings me brinked to think
She’ll love this, I want to buy that thing

Then I remember there’s a lock I need to keep upon my pockets
And save a fortune, for the ocean of our future

Even though I wish to give you everything

But I will work to find a way to draw your beauty, for through your grace it is unmatchable, unmeasurable, uncapturable, 

And nothing in creation can come anywhere near close

But I will draw and draw so you can see how luminous you are

And I will learn to play a tune that you can fly upon
For how you captivate me, holds me beating breathless without words

And I will write you endless stories, poems, and slant rhymes
And every star, plucked from the cosmos
To remind you how you shine

And through the deepest clearest rivers
To the brightest shores at sea
In all the things that make you quiver
Free in boundless ecstasy

Cuz I am broke

I ammm so-o-o-oo-oo broke

And even though I try my hardest, I am still a starving artist

I am so poor

All my funds have gone to food and rent, and a really kickass piano that I totally shouldn’t have bought, but I still did

I am soooo broke

I have to avoid the music store

I am so-o-o-o-ooo

broke

Though I will go each extra mile
With every cent to see you smile

I ammm

broke

But deep and down just possibly you might not mind
And all for You, this strange and silly heart of mine.

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