Louche Christmas

My conversation

Is like a locked groove

Over and over

I say the same thing

A pound in the jukebox

That lasts five pints

You'll feel drained

When you go home tonight

I didn't mean to bore you

It's been a while since I saw you

Please, I implore you

To listen to my story

For a while

I am the worst of George Bailey

I'm at the top of the ancient belfry

And so to no one at all I pray

The pavement's

Never looked so grey

And then I remember

I don't want it to be December

If next year's worse

Than the one before

I'm going out in a fireball

This time it's time

For a louche Christmas