Seriously, A Snowball?

Seriously, A Snowball?

A Poem by Beatrice Mars

This is sick,

Really, do you want to get so drunk?

Come on it's christmas!

That is disgusting,


Stabbing for a snowball?

(Fight, it's all you're good at!)


And he's probably done the right thing,

I wouldn't want to go


Where I'm going to die.

But then again he

is/was brave.

It must be something else

(Come on, missing?)

But this is Real Life.


What the hell is going on?

(Come on it's christmas!)

Why are you doing this?


How can you have the

Audacity to presume

you words are a


Should we respond?

Let me tell you,

You're not that great!

But, It is christmas,

So peace be with you.


Hey, look,



And we made it 'till

2 O'Clock,

I thought that was quite


You dimwit!

Peace be with you.


And hey, It's not as bad

as it could be,

I could be dead,

Or dying,

Or worse.

(Stabbed for a snowball!?!)


So let's keep this up 'till

New years yeah?


Because, It is christmas!


So  ...






                             I wish it could be christmas everyday.

© 2009 Beatrice Mars

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Added on December 25, 2009
Last Updated on December 25, 2009
Tags: Snowball, Fight, Stab, Christmas, Missing


Beatrice Mars
Beatrice Mars

United Kingdom

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