Merry f*****g Christmas

I am drinking myself into merry again
tis the season for folly after all

mistletoe hung above a bar
taunting my bad decisions
  with the pregnant promises of more

we kissed, so what
what is the f*****g mistletoe for
if not for desperate folk like me
  to steal kisses guilt free

but you know how small towns can be
a bountiful feast of gossip
and my actions -
the pudding everyone loves to dip their fingers into
for a taste of sleazy slander

bartender, bartender
oh dear bartender
pour me another bad decision

I feel dizzy with ill intentions
and my heart is ripe with regrets

the kind that need the soothing harsh burn
of expensive whiskey and cheap sex

Merry f*****g Christmas