by James Schwartz I carry no Christmas misconceptions. Spotlight on the sonneteering siren. Broods of Bards feel better. Remembering Lord Byron. I cannot raise you rainbows. Your gleeful bigotry colorless. When did you stop mourning? We are all motherless. Your pious condensation. Of str8 hate, averted eyes. Silly charades of civiltry. Are truthfully no disguise. [...]