adios, november.

cranberry apple pie?
hell yeah, duders.
i've got graham crumble oatmeal streusel sh!t
all over the flippin' place,
especially in my face!
why is there a deep-dish delight
fresh out of the oven, lovin' itself
all over my bellyhole?
because i'm celebrating, suckas.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
this is it.
november's dregs,
the last legs,
the long kiss goodnight.
and that calls for a second slice, i think.
 i can't overstress the hard-hearted style i rep
when it comes to the long nights and rough seas
that this month shoves up my A*-hole.
no me gusta, neighbors.
so here's to december,
and the holy sh!tloads of holy nights an' that.
it's never not happening, y'all.
all of it.
all the time.
it's neverending,
and it's all true;
never quiet, never soft.....