You broke the lamp
and glued it back together so well
and stole from the corner store
and got caught
and read comic books
when I told you to clean your room
so
the beatings will continue
and the Christmas presents
you wanted are
indefinitely discontinued
because I never change
and you are
a mistake
after all.
It's okay, though.
Eventually I'll get old and
I am fantastically short sighted and
when you are taking
care of me and
I rely on you
for every little thing
it will be your Christmas every day
I sit in my own shit.
