I’ll apologize up front, I got a little dark with this one...
COVID Santa is a sore sight,
His reindeer fly this corona night,
Over bikini tops and hot tubs in the snow,
To spread his yearly gifts to you.
The so-so friend of ignorant youth,
The friend of cocktails, and dark booths,
Each Christmas Eve he nips the Rumple Minze
Where pieces of jade rest on jaded resentments.
Through many friends he has been,
And short beds and never a win;
Some, scared to death, and quickly offended,
Others, that no masks are intended.
To some I gave a stiff wall,
To some a chest cough, or a fall;
No dignity, hands to hold or delights,
To blow up their lives or last rights.
Wherever I found naive little humans,
That hated rules, inconvenience and reason,
I left a hole for a heart,
Or loaded gun, or a head start;
No taste to shun their mother’s eats,
Nor smells to notice their stink’n feet;
But pretty looks will make them blind
With fake news of each various kind.
But where I found sympathetic plight,
In manners decency, in rationale tight,
Science is bullied, it's all smoke and mirrors,
Posers, or cheats, or base dealing fears,
I left a long, painful, breath of labor,
Such as the dead command of nature
Directs a carrier's hand to touch
When a life becomes too much.
*An in progress & derivative piece attributed to the illustrated children’s poem “Old Santeclaus with Much Delight” by Clement Clarke Moore published in 1821
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- Subject Matter: People
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