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
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Well, SHOCKING, Craig!
Tue, December 1st, 2020 8:38pm
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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?
Tue, December 1st, 2020 10:20pmFacebook Comments
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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 4:15pmAuthor
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Hi Jobe,
Tue, December 1st, 2020 6:06pmI 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!