Is it not Christmas?

Watching it all go round and round
The carousel of the mind
The sickening hum
My tired whine
Thought I had a call from home
Just debt collectors on the phone
Reminding me that the prize is not mine
That motivation is hard to find
I try to keep my eyes closed
Knock knock
Nobody's home
South Bronx parasite
Red white and Hoo Hoo Hoo