The shit robin sees the worst of you

The seasonal drowning of long suppressed sorrows

The pound shop perfumes and wrapping paper plasters

The curled plastic needles of the good old Christmas tree

Unboxed and toxic, stood in the corner, emaciated

 

The shit robin sees the worst of you

The festive fights and discount blusher plastered on cheeks

(so as the bairns don’t get scared)

The vapid tinsel throttling every corner of the lounge

The fairy lights, the silent nights

The forced smiles and Bisto Best

The lumps of coal stuck in the throat

 

The shit robin sees the worst of you

Bright red breast and beady eye

You sat on your tattered throne

Pissing yourself on Christmas morning

(drip drip on the carpet)

Smacking her head on the fireplace

(drip drop on the carpet)

 

The shit robin saw the worst of you

Light the touch paper, pull the cracker

Burn the stars while they sleep

One last beer matted in your beard

As flames engulf the nativity

The shit robin melts.