The Ghosts of Christmas
Gotta visit from the Ghosts of Christmas
said I did not pass their spiritual litmus
Ghost of the Past watched as I fell coming out the shower
While admonishing me with a frightening glower
Ghost of Present warned me to change my stripe
just as I realized my arm was burning on the bathroom,s heated pipe
Ghost of Future shouted out with glee
Haha! Now you have burns of 2nd Degree
As I woke up begging for a last-minute reprieve
I realized then
it,s better to give than it is to receive.
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