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.
Santachrist.
Thou art heavy!
My cup runneth over.
3 comments:
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!
Luv ya Becky
I like your poetry.
Your sweet, pheonix
and probably stronger
than you think.
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