Festive musak stanks the air as every shop in town will tear the soul from Christmas. Just beware, your cash is disappearing.
The crass melodic strain of Wings, where Paul McCartney duly sings of wonder times and Christmas things, my ire is reappearing!
Wizards pervert song with kids invades my senses. God forbid he’s on a list of those who did the dirty! Watch the hearing!
While Jonah Lewis stops fuck all. The death of Christmas haunts us all, like zombies heading towards the mall, big tech is interfering
My last hurrah, I hide in vain to block out Wham’s incessant reign of clever words but they remain my favourite, they’re endearing