little brass jesus

little brass jesus

A Poem by Ase

stop and smell the
holly spirit
it's christmas time in
a tree somewhere
what's the difference
pull my finger
my a******s a
better singer
buy me shoes mom
i want nikes
and a weird bike
i like bikies
maybe next year
ill be nicer
but for right now
what's your price dear?
nothing nothing
oh and nothing
everyone else is
standing there
up a tree where
noone can see us
holding on to
a little brass jesus

© 2019 Ase


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I really liked that wordplay of “holly spirit”!

Haha and so naughty with that nicer/price dear scheme.

Posted 5 Years Ago


buy me the moon, forget the real meaning of Christmas....
the price of capitalism...and the tree is no longer a real one...they are man made replicas..
we have lost the real thing in so many ways.
j.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on November 27, 2019
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Author

Ase
Ase

Stavanger, Norway



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when you look me in the eye just remember that im waiting for you to stop doing that please more..

Writing
wrong brain wrong brain

A Poem by Ase





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