Non functioning fireplace, I know how you feel mate.
All dressed up like a night full of tiles
stood static in one place with nothing to say.
Remember when you believed in Santa?
They soon put a stop to that,
stuffed your open mind with bricks
to prevent him sliding in.
They left your safety guard in front of you.
They call it decoration. I call it a temptation
to restart your burning imagination.
© Carl Burkitt 2020
