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.

Santachrist.

Thou art heavy!

My cup runneth over.







4 comments:

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.