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Bad Christmas Poem
I wrote a song/poem during the winter holiday season of 2019. It was about a drummer getting tricked into playing a Christmas gig. Of course, the song ends with a Christmas miracle. His heart grew three sizes and all of that. It includes pages and pages of words scribbled in a misplaced notebook. Maybe I will find it all before next Christmas. The words below may have been intended as a chorus. I don’t remember for sure. These are the only words that I ever typed into digital format. It’s not good but there may be a kernel of something brilliant hidden somewhere. Without further ado, here is Clubber Magee Beat the Hell Out of Christmas. Hark the herald What child is this Flames sprang forth With a hiss Shepherds quake Rum pa pum pum The ground did shake Thunder from his drum Joy to the world Tell it on the mountain His violent fury Like penance for every sin Come all ye faithful Fall on your knees His mighty arms Like two giant trees The hopes and fears Of all the years Every face Covered in tears Repeat the sounding joy Oh night divine One final blow He yelled, “jugdgment is mine” The whole place shook Then silent night Coming out of the rubble On that holy night Chains shall he break The first Noel It’s the night Clubber Magee Beat the hell… Out of Christmas