Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

oh once when santa came
i took everything
all my change
borrowed
everything i could
to make christmas what i thought
it should be
only to find out
that santa had unlimited credit
answer is plain to see
santa never really gave me what i asked him for
kind of wish the guy would implore
new tactics
the idea that
sitting on a fat guys lap
is a good thing
for any child
is seriously doubtful
like clowns
ya love them or hate them
i dont care-
but sant he says if you are good'' bala balah
i knw plenty of good people
he never went to thier house
i guess santa is doing his best
in my child like world
he would have been under arrest
i detest
the good and bad thing
for material gain=
children know some bad people have money
so how do they wrap thier minds around a guy
that comes down the chimney
come on people
children know when you are freaking out
about credit card debt
that santa must have fucked shit up
i tried
to like it
but i dont like it

Dakar no-winds
Santa?
yesterday´s pool of butter

(sorry, Santa ... stay in Finland! )


(I was not a Papá Noel fan when I was a child -he was second in popularity though in the seventies here, first there were the magician kings & their camels- )

For real-thanx

Spot on. Good poem.

gracias for the fresh-hugging tree, creativesoul!!!!!!