re: The Sharing Economy (Disco Biscuits content)

You too, Eddie

T'was the night before Christmas and all on TD,
Not a poster was posting, not even Eddie.
The selfings were silent and thread titles cleared,
Already so many had melt down this year.

The kidzzz were all nestled and snug in their beds,
While dreams of the firemost ran thorugh their heads.
Of Vassillios > Don or a sick Basis ending,
Had scrambled their brains with trancefusion transcending.

When out on the lot there arose such a chatter,
I sprang from the hotey to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
And dug through my pockets to pull out my stash.

The Very Moon rose above the city ledges sprinkled with snow
Reminiscent of recreational drugs used below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But the band's own guistarist passed out with a beer.

With a college-aged chick laying still like a slab,
I knew in a moment it must be the Babs.
The jolly man snored half asleep with a sigh
As he drunkenly listed careers he could try!

"An accountant, a priest, a man much the wiser!
A psychic, an actor, a financial adviser!
To hell with the jambands and cheap ketamine!
I've worked hard as any guy has in this scene!"

And then, in a twinkling, I heard from behind
The inhaling and coughing of smoke of some kind.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the street Marnie came with a bound.

He was dressed in a hoody, quite urban and red,
And his signature flatbrim rest neatly atop his head.
A bundle of dr00gz he had flung back in his pack,,
And he looked like a wookie, just opening his sack.

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