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Baby Jesus lay away in a manger

The three wise brothers brought him gold

Have you ever heard of the story of the stranger?

That brought the young pip an animal of cold

This stuffed animal was made with the remains of religion

Cuddly and fluffy like the feeling of tonic and gin

Sewn together with the hair of Jewish corpses

For he will die one day for their future sins

Or so they say.........

The little baby Jesus tossed away his gold

Did not give a sh#t for the jewelry and the mold

He gravitated to this one eyed plush of spun

As the tag on his foot replaced with "Made from Taiwan"

Baby Jesus would call this animal of odd

By the name he knew only of his father of "God"

As Mary closed her legs and removed her cigarette

She asked why? to the stranger as he shook his head

"If this is the boy of the God of it all?

Why is he white? When we know that they are "small"

I figured I would bring him a toy with one eye

For one is enough for a small gifted guy"

The leader of the nation or better yet the world

Should be endowed to enjoy all the girls 

I give him a bear with the remains of "his" kind

As a reminder that he will never be mine

As I draw a line in the sand to choose

The line you see drawn is from the middle of my shoes

The footsteps on both sides are not from him carrying me

They are mine as I walk to my religion of ecstasy

Enjoy your bear Jesus, I will enjoy life

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