The Truth Will Set You REEEEEE!

T’was the night before Christmas.

If you are Christy Anne.

If you aren’t, then you’re pissed.

That the stores ain’t op-en.

But theny-then.

You remember that your shit

Could be mistaken.

Maybe Christmas and calendars

And high priced scarce data

Aren’t as real as portrayed

With a value near nada.

Still, they fool us and

Add dict us to shit they make up.

Then they pass around the hat and

The plate and the cup.

They say here is your real,

And we eat it up.