The Season

It’s that time of year
I know because people are arguing
Over food preparation
And stressing over appearing merry
That’s why there is an ample supply of
Liquor, and sweets, and meats
Covered in glazes
Eye glazes
The glaze of a drunken revery
The dead gods of consumption need sacrifices
The heavenly plastic oil wasteland overflows
Affluent effluent waste