Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Yes Polyman, there is a Santachrist.

Behold: He has come
to shop. He knows
everything must go!

It is written.

I will not use
his name in vain.
I fear eternal damnation.
but I can also spot
a great bargin.

Please have commpassion
on our wallets
and pocketbooks
this holy season.

I now know
he is real.
I see his presence
all around
in the form
of crude decorations
and plastic images.


Thou art heavy!

My cup runneth over.


Becky said...

Nice, lmao! You're very creative! Thanks for threatening my mom's boss's life, he's a jerk off a good beating would do him right!

Polyman2 said...

Luv ya Becky

Pheonix said...

That's a great poem and much appreciated.

Polyman2 said...

I like your poetry.
Your sweet, pheonix
and probably stronger
than you think.