Twistmas Poem by Ima Ryma

Twistmas



Tiz the season to be at war.
For right and left tiz ever so.
Each side has nothing to be for,
Except against the other foe.
Merry Christmas is picked apart.
It must mean this. It must mean that.
One smacks the other's shopping cart.
Both sides keep up a constant spat.
The left and right have made a deal,
No matter what the season tiz,
To bicker back and forth in spiel,
Becuz it's good for both side's biz.

The right and left are all about
Disturbing Peace on Earth - no doubt!

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