Merry Crisis

A Poem by Marina

In the Christmas mood etc.

Dear Santa

This year I would like presents, like

You know,

Happiness and health

Are you sure Santa is the right person for that, John?

Well they are gifts, aren’t they.

In a way yes.

OK John, sit down now-

Santa I would also like a new psychiatrist-

John you’re doing it again,

You’re talking to the wall

You’re seeing things John

Santa last year I asked you to bring me my daughters back

But you didn’t, you selfish piece of s**t

John that’s enough, come here or-

Or what? Can’t you see I’m talking

to that fat a*****e right here?

You know what, Santa,

I don’t like your new costume

Black is a sad color you should know that.

Red is so much better; hey I know

I will make you a new costume

John what are you hiding under your jacket?

My bag of gifts Doc! You thought I didn’t have any for ya?

Here let me show you

It took me a while to sharpen it, but I did it Doc!

John stop right now. Stop it.

Now let’s give Santa that nice, red costume he wants.

Guard, help! John put that knife aw-

…

John was laughing maniacally sitting in the pool of blood

While the guards were restraining him

© 2016 Marina

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Paul Bell

So you done your yearly visit to John at the asylum i see. How is the lad. Pills helped any. Did mention to you about getting him a knife for Christmas. A new psychiatrist, yes, not a knife. Especially with his psychotic views on santa. So it seems like he'll be spending a few more years there then. Okay see you at the usual time then. lol