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This is a very cheeky poem I wrote about Christmas, a long time ago
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Christmas with the Family
Midnight at the sanitarium, Christmas time is here
An unlocked door
No guards around
Let’s spread some holiday cheer
A fragile twisted killer, taking life without a pause
A murderer on self-parole, playing Santa Claus
Into cold nights air, escape without a trace
Corroded dreams fill his mind, blood with no disgrace
It’s two o’clock in the morning, Johnny’s still awake
Waiting up for Santa, what presents will he take?
It’s three o’clock in the morning, there’s pounding on the door
Is it Johnny’s sister’s boyfriend, come to give her more?
Johnny swells with excitement, Santa Claus is here
Anticipating what he wants, blissful holiday cheer
Running down the stairs, Christmas comes too sudden
He reaches final steps to see, Mommy getting bludgeoned
Commotion from behind him, Daddy’s got a gun
All this folly must stop, end of holiday fun
Santa’s in his sights, crosshairs are aligned
Daddy’s gun commences to jam; his life is out of time
Watching wide with horrid eyes, Johnny’s spine shivers
He sees the beautiful holiday colors, the red flows in rivers
Running to his bedroom door, locking it behind him
Johnny’s in the closet, praying Santa does not find him
Heavy footsteps on the stairs, sirens in the distance
Santa screams his battle cry, “Merry Fucking Christmas!!”
Johnny’s mind is numb, he can’t take it anymore
Deliver us from evil; he hears the axe against the door
Screeching tires in the street, running up the stairs
Santa smashes through the door, ignoring the siren’s blare
Stalking toward the closet, final victim in his sights
Gunshots rain like fireworks, ending Christmas night
Lying in his pool of blood, no more Christmas dreams to sell
Oh fragile twisted killer, burn in Santa Claus hell
Johnny is much better now; he lives live with a new cause
He can hardly wait for years to come, when he can play Santa Claus
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