Gary Coleman Christmas

Submitted by Dali on November 10, 2005 - 21:13.

My hair is falling out
and down like snow
that's colored black
like you.

I pull it out every time
I think about this mess we're in.
An affair, and a corazon I can't possibly win.

It seems that we're always rushing around
to undress and dress one another this winter.
Gotta get enough booty in because your bitch is coming home soon.
Boy, you still make my fucking heart swoon.

My hair is falling out
and down like snow - faster now.
It's colored black
like you.

It's falling on you, on your little boy smirk,
on your Gary Coleman quirk.
I remember something you told me once -
People used to mistake you for that little bastard when you were a boy.

Now people don't mistake you for the bastard that you are, boy.

Look at this ghetto winter wonderland we've created.
On the bed lies the Gary Coleman Christmas card you gave,
notated with the words
"I love you."

I tear it up and throw it in the air.
It falls down like snow
that's colored black
like you.

I'm left with little pieces of you
and Gary Coleman,
unfortunately,
all over me.

That's it.
No mas
No less
this Christmas.

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