seasonal generosity disorder

how about this one?...
this warrior poet is keepin' it pretty flippin' burly.
like a brick sh!thouse covered in rust,
and he's got some killer bee totemic spirit guides, too.
wu-TANG!! y'heard?
what's up with the bear-trap bottom jaw faceguard?
barbarian battle-beast frenzy, that's what's up....
i think he looks a little like a WWI german officer.
speakin' of which,
i watched some more barbarian history last night,
proto-germanic warlords an' that,
more duders who felt the need to invade the france,
even before it WAS the france.....
although,
the franks gave the france it's name,
despite bein' o.g. black foresters from beyond the rhine

what a weird day;
foggy-bottomed misty mornings, ya'll.
it's warm out now?
i don't get it, exactly,
but that's the new englandy woodsly goodness comin' correct at my face i guess.
naturally,
since it was rainin' all day,
the roofer was roofin',
probably while all hopped up on roofies at that.

i tryin' to embody a modern-age norse warlord attitude,
specifically the berserking fury,
hot fiery freshness, 
widespread wisdom,
acceptance of what is,
and most of all the gratitude and generosity part.
as a result of the considerate exchanging of kindness and more tangible items,
i just can't hang out with the cheapskate skrimpers, ya'll.
i don't mean broke-ass strugglers and have-nots, either,
they get a free pass,
i'm talking about the people who are just plain ol' stingy, lazy, disaffected, and cheap...
on general principle, and especially during the holidays.
i'm tellin' ya'll,
i look at the holidays as a chance to scoople up some treats,
in a completely non-religious, solstice-heavy appreciation demonstration.
sort of a year-end 'thanks for puttin' up with me' bonus.
i have a three-person shortlist for holiday cheeriness,
and i aim to make sure that trio of terrific teammates gets what they deserve,
which is to say: ALOT.
christmas consumerism gets me every time,
like a seasonal generosity disorder.

blizzard wizards and abominable snowmen, ya'll
snow is headed this way.
feet and feet and feet according to the weathermen,
it's so fluffy, and calm, and sound-proof; 
so quiet, so soft....