Grinches love

All wanted for Christmas was you but now you've left my heart black and my soul blue
Satan not Santa calls you son
Your a **** grinch had I ever did see one
Your love is selfish green and you are a mean one
You think trying to figure you out is ******* fun?
Go on, do what you want, don't make time for me
I'll find someone else with a much bigger tree
He can unwrap the bow on my box
Well you go yank one out in a new pair of socks.

First off, love your moniker; Radioactive. That's hot stuff. Second, I love this poem. Anything about a dark Christmas appeals to me. This is great stuff, and I love your restraint on the "box" line.

Look Back In Anger Serious scolding with the ATL**** You must have been raving!
The air now is full of radioactive elements,lol Keep rocking!

Awe thanks guys! It's amazing when you're that angry and the words just spew out perfectly