Virtual Inanity
Can’t touch the holographic Xmas tree
no carols play amid the on-line crowd
no greetings – lest offense be taken
the “money changers” temple rules again.
No Red Faced Santa rings a call to Alms
just pop-up ads that beckon further debt
the sleighs replaced by Mr. Bezos’s vans
no milk and cookies, all that stuffs been banned.
But we will host a dinner “Oh so grand”
and pose before the cameras as they wait
for sustenance too frail to feed a soul
in vain attempt to fill their empty fate.
John G. Lawless
©12/12/2019
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2019
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