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Dickens Christmas carol revisited by nicked saint

Frigidaire - from upper atmosphere 
hammering and whipsawing debris 
ferociously with an angry flare,
cuz mother nature - fed up to here
(re: envision me hands indicating 
over top of head) for humanity 
scurrying without a care
leaving heavy-duty footprints 
blotting out those 
of Santa Claus' ancestral reindeer

(and indiscriminately trouncing
flora and fauna upon terrestrial firma)
on a yearly mission where 
"Neither snow, nor rain, 
nor heat, nor gloom of night 
stays these couriers 
from the swift completion 
of their appointed rounds”
to deliver yule tide
courtesy this bloke - 

who haint no bobbing 
crotchety old man per radical side
of the establishment, 
(rather yours truly a passive activist)
but considers all tha hoo ha 
over Xmas devoid of divine pride
and indignant over so much hype
prejudiced against mankind 
not equally touting
t'other days of the year, 

where vices many do not hide
so, I hasten to clarify, identify, 
rectify (albeit poetically)
no intent to pop 
any holiday balloon - 
only virtue blithely doth glide
past majority intent 
on grabbing, rattling 
(Alice in) chains 
like ghosts of christmas past
so for that reason 
this liberal democrat doth chide
how mass of consumers 
married materialism like a bride

forsaking fred ship 
while flying high jolly roger
(ah ah ah chew...I got me a gold), 
where care does in rare form abide
or if discernible with a tiny tim burr
coalescing into miserliness 
and meanness like a cur
mud ginned golem 
with thick wooly Fez E Wig 
that easily passes faux pas fur
as protection against the brutal coldness 
sans ignorant and want that murmur

barely audible in contest 
witnessed by scrooge 
who as fiction tries 
to unfetter himself
and for the sake of 
Jacob Marley begins to stir
prophetic for selfishness 
and greed globally extant 
per this doctrine a best buy
allows, enables and provides 
well oiled machinery 
of wealth held by rich gal or guy 
thus shackling with no inkling
a disproportionate populace 

to feel weighed 
down in heavy chains
though invisible omnipotent bonds 
stronger than steel straitjackets well nigh
held captive i.e. colonialism revisited, 
where justice does not apply
in this interconnected World Wide Web, 
whence accolades applauded
to those who act sly - and try
cajoling, finessing, insinuating 
broken, empty, grimly hollow promises
teasing recalcitrant partners
analogous to strip the willow 
tis purposeless asking why

undulating, triangulating, strangulating, 
et cetera in a Venus flytrap 
essentially spurring me to consider 
December twenty fifth nuttin 
boot poppy cock 
while sitting on Santa's lap,
who never gets pooped out
hopscotching across realm
resorting to his own 
global positioning satellite
linkedin with every revised map
one chimney from the next
and never caught taking a nap.
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