Wake Me Up When December Ends

I was bored and wrote a tongue in cheek anti-Christmas song today. Those who know Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day will know how the tune goes.

Here comes that time of year again
Stress induced month of consumerism
Wake me up when December ends

Buy, buy then buy some more
Being spoilt brats from the age of four
Wake me up when December ends

Consumers go forth to many shops
Be quick before they go out of stock
The more expensive a gift is
The bigger a smile upon your child's face
Happiness is measured by the things you own
To be replaced next year when they are old
Wake me up when December ends

Jingle those bells again
Decorated houses since November began
Wake me up when December ends

Greedily stuff your face with sweets
Complain you're putting on weight then have another treat
Wake me up when December ends

Here comes some snow again
Falling from the sky
Hearing Christmas songs playing non stop
It's fucking cold and my ears bleed all the time
Sod all of your festivities
I'm neither pagan nor a christian
Wake me up when December ends

No glass of wines nor roast dinner for me
I can't see my friends and family
Wake Me up when December ends

I'm a lonely and a bitter man
Nowhere to go, I have no home
Wake me up when December ends

Everybody's with their family
Decorating their Christmas tree
Sitting around their fireplace
Together oh so merrily
But no not me, alone and wanting to see
Sun kissed sweethearts in their bikini
Wake me up when December ends
Wake me up when December ends
Wake me up when December ends

Merry sodding Christmas!

A Song of Solipsism

I once genuinely believed that nothing was real apart from me; everything was a figment of my imagination and reality was projected from my cortex, via super computers on board some alien mothership where my true self is. My current body was nothing but a vessel for my consciousness as it plays "Terry Desmond Donaldson: The Simulation Game". Thus I used to jokingly think of people as A.Is. I no longer think these childish and egotistical notions now, but I was thinking about it the other day and consequently started reading up about solipsism. It's an interesting philosophical theory that only ones mind is sure to exist; I can't proof that your mind exists nor can I proof to you that mine does, but we can analogue experiences and empathise which is an inference that you too have a consciousness. Before I rabble on too much, here's a song/poem I have started writing:

I think, therefore I exist
I can't think for others, so therefore they do not

I'm aware only of my own mind
My consciousness exists through space and time
Reality and this world will end in my death
Then if I am my own god,
Am I accountable for all the bloodshed?
My thoughts, my dreams, my ideas, my experiences are my own
My illness, my internal conflicts I suffer alone
I will die alone

I will awake with a cortical shunt plug in the back of my head
Nothing has been real - just a reality created from my cerebral cortex
Then would this new reality be real?
Or another figment of my imagination?
Reality and dreams entwined as time stands still
False awakenings ad infinitum
Only my consciousness to me is known
Existing alone

Then everything I have endured in this world would have been for nothing
But the fact I have felt loved should account for something
Thoughts, dreams, ideas and experiences are shared
We suffer through ilness's and conflicts together because we care
Compassion can be seen and felt
Through acts of kindness, graciousness, aid and help
Tears run down the cheeks of every boy and girl
Because of the horrors and sadness commited in this world
Through empathy I know these things are real
I reject solipsism
It's nothing but arrogant egocentricism

When my heart collapses
Earth will still be spinning on its axis
For when I finally die
There will still be day and night
My consciousness may not exist anymore
But there will still be peace and war
I'll be nothing but ashes blown across the ground
Whilst people will still be rushing around
Some will wallow in sadness and misery
Then they, and the rest, will continue to create Earth's history

Presently, it's still a work in progress and I'll probably edit it from time to time.