If I'm playing

If I’m playing

I’m okay

If I’m bored

I’ll run to hell

If you’re happy

while we’re merry 

go and marry

drink your cherry 

before we all go to hell.

if you’re gay

that’s okay

feel the season

keep a jolly open treason

before fate strikes your reason

right into the ground.

If you’re jolly

like a trolly

you’ll be damned 

and go to hell,

if you sing a wicked 

jingle with a dreary

snotty face.

You’ll be summoned 

you’ll be cheering

you’ll be sorry for a while

And then when you wake up creeping, 

flushed, a’critic and a’seeping, 

you’ll be turned

into a gnostic 

you’ll be turned fully agnostic

round 

of infuriating 

silence 

crushing an appalling 

sorry angry

sent.