Merrymaking

I got a Christmas gift for all yinz punks.

Mistletoe kisses and disses for fun, coal in tiny chunks.

All the flows be clunky like there’s gremlins in the trunk.

Sure they’re nice and funky but that also means they stunk.

I’m a nuisance with the nuance lost my marbles playing Kerplunk.

Circle up I’ll pass the gas those crops I dusted are bunk.

I’d love to hear some silence maybe you should be a monk.

Show me how to ballroom dance the foxtrot must be crunk.

I’m asking for the blasting I think my ego needs to be shrunk.