News item: A radio station began playing Christmas music before Veteran’s Day this year.
Holiday people, being too cheerful.
I’d like to give one or two a good earful.
Jolly like Santa, talking too loud-
I can’t avoid them, I’m stuck in the crowd.
It’s Christmas time-
Bah, humbug to you.
It’s not too soon–
to feel crabby ’bout Christmas.
No man is an island, but I’m going to try, man.
At least for this Christhmus I’ll stay on my isthmus.
Or better, if we get shut in by the snow
I’ll be on my own archipelago.
It’s Christmas time-
Bah, humbug to you.
It’s not too soon–
to feel crabby ’bout Christmas.
Gathering round the Christmas tree-
Only enflames my misanthropy
Call it Chanukkah, call it Kwanzaa
Whatever the name, I just don’t wanzaa!
Holiday sentiments flow much too cheaply
For me to feel mine very deeply.
So just in case you think I’m a snot–
I hope you’re happy this Christmas, even if . . . I’m not.
Gerbil News Network 
“I just don’t wanzaa!” Best poetry EVER for the most commercialized, untrue, dark, laughable holiday in all of human experience. (This message was approved by Jesus. Well, Jesus de la Cruz, my friend.)
I’m trying to set this to music. If I succeed—a big if—I will try to post video, an even bigger if.