Suspicion

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Suspicion the cruel suspicion
The grey hour is approaching
They increased my corn
Because the date is coming,
They've got the fuse lit
This time
This is no coincidence
For the time has come
I'll be stuffed to the brim
For this Christmas.
I'll leave some friends behind
The time I have is short
For Christmas I bring
My flesh will be my witness,
I'm stripped of my coat
It's all alone around me
I'll be their turkey the ornament
That they bring it to the table
And beer to go with it
After it comes out of the oven