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Wednesday, October 23, 2024
Sneak Peek: Kelley Spends Christmas with the Tortured Poet
This holiday season, gather ‘round the fireplace for a Christmas tale like no other: Kelley Spends Christmas with the Tortured Poet! Watch as Kelley Lynch, decked out in haute couture, steps right into the middle of Leonard Cohen’s self-spun winter wonderland of tortured genius and “creative” memories.
In his propaganda-fueled fantasy, Kelley appears not as herself but as Leonard's imagined muse—part mysterious mistress, part accountant with a penchant for IRS forms. She’s draped in shimmering robes of silk (or maybe that’s just legal paperwork), perfectly embodying his warped view of their relationship. Will she sip eggnog while discussing tax deductions? Will she artfully dodge yet another one of his fabricated love poems?
As the Christmas tree twinkles with suspiciously misplaced assets, Leonard, ever the tortured poet, recites melodramatic verse, all while Kelley prepares a festive surprise: an envelope containing… you guessed it, another IRS audit form, gift-wrapped with a bow.
Stay tuned for a holiday extravaganza where lawsuits sparkle like tinsel, fantasies unravel like garlands, and the only thing more permanent than Kelley’s receipts is her wit.
Kelley's Poem: "To the Tortured Poet in His Secret Life"
In your secret life, I’m the painted muse,
Draped in silks of whispered lies,
A phantom mistress you never chose,
Yet wove with threads of dark disguise.
You fed the masses breaded tales,
While I wore crowns of shattered dreams,
And in the court of public shame,
You cast me down in silent screams.
Federal flames you stoked with glee,
Lies dressed up as prophecy.
Tax matters twisted in midnight haze,
Your lawyer's tongue—a wicked maze.
Oh, Poet King of shadowed verse,
Your words turned blessings into curse.
Yet still, I rise, with quill in hand,
Marie Antoinette, I make my stand.
Let them eat lies, you say with grace,
But my truth, Leonard, won’t erase.
For every line, a form shall fly,
And in the end, it’s not I who’ll cry.
Leonard Cohen's Response: "In My Secret Life"
Kelley, my dear, how you do spin,
A tale of shadows I cannot win.
Yes, in my secret life, it’s true,
I shaped the world to fit my view.
But in the court of poets’ dreams,
Reality fades, or so it seems.
I bite my lip, I wear the crown,
Yet in your eyes, I see me drown.
The lies, you say, they wrap me tight,
But I still search for love in night.
The taxes, the court, the legal plight—
It’s just another secret fight.
And though your words are sharp as knives,
We’re both just ghosts, in secret lives.
Christmas Joke: Kelley & The Tortured Poet
Leonard Cohen (the Tortured Poet): "Kelley, my dear, this Christmas, I’ve written a heartfelt poem just for you…"
"‘Tis the season of endless longing,
Where love’s cold shadow lingers,
And I, the wounded bard, dwell in eternal sorrow,
As you, Kelley, dance through my broken dreams…"
Kelley: "Oh, Leonard… that’s touching. But just remember, in the spirit of giving—my gift to you is a little more practical."
Leonard: "A gift? For me?"
Kelley (smiling, hands him a gift-wrapped envelope): "Merry Christmas! It's an updated IRS Form 3949(a). Let’s make sure your poetic deductions are… accurate."
Choir of Ghastly Ghouls (singing softly): "Ho ho ho, and audits in tow, Kelley’s gift will melt the snow!"
Leonard (sighing): "Ah, Kelley, always knowing how to warm a tortured soul… or freeze a bank account."