Must Be Christmas

hatred breathes loudly

from the backseat

of a passing designer skull

 

feels like a pack of rabid wolves

gathering in the front yard

caroling, wassailing

disemboweling with goodwill

 

greed burrows

like a Biblical plague of ticks

into the gooseflesh

of hypnotized cart-pushers

 

suddenly,

everybody wants something

from you

 

latte charged

poinsettia spackled

mobs

storm the public square;

stomp the retail workers

into fetal submission

 

vicious red and green trolls

wrestling over dolls

and cookies

and Snuggies

and laptops

 

I’m sweating kerosene,

all the blood I own is just

behind my angry eyes

 

snowmen on fire

backlit reindeer impaled on their own

green velvet antlers

plastic Baby Jesus

in a skull-face ski mask

 

acres of shiny metal

on asphalt

bleed blackness

into the cold sky

 

tinsel-gagged

eggnog swamp

of a sleigh ride

 

jollity has silver crocodile

teeth

 

I’m going to build a bomb shelter

out of discarded gag gifts

 

stay there and eat leftovers

until January 2^nd

 

that’s when this jingly jangly death-smog

usually recedes

 

the world has become a greasy ball

of commercials and ornaments

God spare us

 

must be Christmas

out there

Reviews

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caroling, wassailing disemboweling with goodwill... made me choke on my dinner! LOL yeah I think the meaning has been lost in the commericalization of it..but then look at Easter, what does eggs and rabbits have to do with someone being cruxified? Happy sodding Christmas!!

[Mark]

You would be far from the first, Bob, to have become disenchanted with all the dross that surrounds this once-sacred season. Which season NEVER had anything to do with Christ, anyway. But the greed and contentiousness of mankind (and Shopper-kind!) must NOT get in the way of His core message. For is we weren't greedy, gluttonous, slothful swine (a fact of which He has been aware for a VERY long time!), there's have been no need for an in-Person appearance. Focus on the Man, not the Meanies, and the Season will be reborn in your heart.

[EMF]

"I'm dreaming of a red Christmas, just like the gore I used to know." Personally I prefer yours to the rest. To hell with the Christmas Crackers, give me a handgrenade any day

[roarke]

now THAT'S what I call a holiday.

[SkinlessFrank]

yep....gonna hunker down in an igloo, in an old sleeping bag, reading and drinking hot tea until it's all over