#2187 - the worldwide nausea of Christmas

 

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the worldwide nausea of Christmas

 

the bankers and the preachers nailed him to a cross

and they laid Jesus Christ in his grave

              – Woody Guthrie

 

lording and kingly!

little penis worship words

 

lamblslaughter

shophung side of someone

 

you can follow your own favourite star

just as treetop far

 

the little drummer fuck

the reindeer sweatshop tropic

 

and it’s true they don’t even know

 

o solstice!

my solstice!

my Saturnalia too

 

you’d think it was everywhere this thing

in the leaf and lifting – no

 

plastic, crepe

not really a tree

 

halls decked with

 

just the tinsel whim

baubling of it all

buy this, spend that

 

mercy is always suggesting a king

glory means someone under thumb

little lord tugs at the

heaven’s all belly up

needs it hell

 

angels do devils just as well

 

tug here for the stale dad joke

 

a weird funereal uncle

more grog

there’s punch

a weight of cake

 

it’s the rotwhiff of eternal life

as full of fluff as panettone

 

the buildup and the gather round

of course the tree hacked down

another hemisphere in mind

 

here’s a story done to death

 

one of the stiffnecked

enemy of footstool

just as the book says

 

and still the poor boy story compels

 

how you could come from the shed out the back

             be squatting really… and they’ll move you on

                     cards stacked again

 

none of this deified emperor crap

 

it’s anyone could be God

have a crack

 

a little whiff of smoke here yet

tomorrow, a harbour full

 

tomorrow the Boxing Day sales!