Xmas poem

Poem by: Craig Davison

Reads: 44 | Likes: 1 | Shelves: 1 | Comments: 2

None.

Xmas Poem

I saw Mommy fucking Santa Claus

Dad was drunk beneath the tree

Her stockings down around her ankles

Rudolph was looking straight at me.

I shot him in the brain

And Santa finally came

What happened next I don’t know.

I saw Mommy fucking Santa Claus

On that tragic Christmas Eve.

It was like any other

Now I have a baby brother

Named Jesus or Noel.

I saw Mommy fucking Santa Claus

No wonder I’m obsessed with sex.

Submitted: December 01, 2020

Poetry none

Like
Shelfit

Add Your Comments:

Sign in to write a comment

Comments

Jobe Rubens

A traumatizing thing to witness . . . but it's all in good taste! Love the lapses into stream-of-consciousness - or had you had a few?

Tue, December 1st, 2020 4:15pm

Author
Reply

Hi Jobe,
I don't know about good taste. I tried to versify it but I'd had a few. I'm out of tobacca and whisky so another journey into town awaits me. I know it goes a bit too far, but it is the season to be cruel and sardonic. Besides, Bach's Toccata and Fugue in D minor just came on the radio.
Q: Why did Bach have so many children?
A: Because he didn't have an organ stop.

Boom tish!

Tue, December 1st, 2020 6:06pm

Mike S.

Well, SHOCKING, Craig!

Tue, December 1st, 2020 8:38pm

Author
Reply

It's not really shocking, Mike. it's just a drunken poem to celebrate Xmas. I write one every year to show my contempt for the mercenary nature of this time of year. Bring back Saturnalia, I say. Orgies and drunkeness. What could go wrong?