Ho ho ho and a bottle of rum

I’ve got this card thing going that fits perfectly into the gaping wound that Hallmark has left in the market. Hopefully my budding business will clog it up good and proper

I think I get it

They move through the world
abruptly disturbed
Pushing and stone cold
They put the act well on
So well in disguise
That I found my heart stoned
Stolen moments I wondered,
could not understand and
Now they stand on a platform,
exposed and so real
The platform they’ve chosen
I see it now
Is an enemy armed
So strong with their fear
consuming all sense
and stopping it up
And for them I feel sorry
If they were just accepted
scene as themselves
Then at least they could rest up
Move past with ease
Not so uncomfortable
and well loved
Maybe then