Merry Christmas: A Nice Try Poem by Daniel Cook

sugar and spice and a few things were nice
but nothing was new or 'specially for me
so tonight for christmas i'll sleep unhappy
ill moan and i'll pout
but no one will know
because im a good little boy with no room to grow
so i cant let them know how im so melancholy
so maybe ill get high and forget all there folly
then ill come down and again start to frown but no one will know
and now all i want is a friend to share with, some one to talk to and know they'll grant my wish
who'll see want i want and know how i feel
that can get me a gift with no sex appeal
something with heart
something with cheer
not something worthless or almost...like warm beer
this is my venting and sorry to hear
that you dont care either, at least not this year...

p.s.
this isn't a poem or anything...just a response to my emotions...that was..this isn't...sometimes i want to cry but the people around me wont allow it, so i cant so i write and lately i haven't even done that. so if anyone is out there that wants to make my Christmas...read my poems...really read them. analyze one for me..tell me what each line and word means. IT IS ALL ON PURPOSE! let me know what you think. good or bad. thanks a million. Merry Christmas