Christmas came and Christmas went,
but not a dollar from my pocket was spent.
In order to adhere to the gift-giving trend,
one would require a single friend.
No lights, no presents, no mistletoe,
no fun, no log cakes, and of course no snow.
Prepare to empty your tear ducts at the saddest tale,
of how bad Christmas sucked for the world's loneliest male.
At 930am i was stirred from my sleep,
and from the get-go i began to weep.
The only sms greetings i received,
were from lonely males like myself, almost as grieved.
I went back to sleep and slept past 4,
I slept till i simply couldn't sleep no more,
didn't wanna go out, didn't wanna party,
if anything else, the day was ordinary.
Passing the time playing dota and drawing,
time passed quickly doing the usual and boring.
As the clock struck midnight on my loneliest night,
I realised my life had reached the lowest height.
For how could i celebrate and cheer
when i knew this shit is gonna repeat itself next year?
