Its Beginning To Look a Lot Like Crapitalsm

Once commenced the fest of feasting and giving thanks for genocide, ‘Tis the season to be jolly to replace our thoughts of suicide. Santa claws his way into a child’s mind insidiously, And the air begins to reek again of yuletide idiocy. The bliss of belief in an ancient hippie turned into a homeless wizard, Adjoins the joy of gifts from an obese geriatric myth flying in a blizzard. Eight deer reign behind his ninth whose nose an eightball thaws, Fa-la-la-la-chainsaw-sounds-that-make-me-gnaw-my-inner-jaw. It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, It follows us everywhere we go, Take a look and ask like Jack, “what’s this?” And see it’s but blinding capitalism aglow.