Dear Santa, Define Naughty
Two teams take their place
Christmas is no time to give grace
A time of happiness
No time for crankiness
A naughty girl sits on Santa’s lap
Not knowing it was a trap
Tis the season of giving
And a time for real living
You need to take my Xmas cherry
Works magic on santas red berry
Share each others magic boxes
Like naughty red foxes
Put some jingle in your jangle
And suck on Santa’s big dangle
I need to assert dominance
And pump you with joy and confidence
Happiness pouring from every crevice
While your tongue masters Ben Nevis
Are you my little hohoho
By giving Santa a slow blow
Naughty girl jingle my balls
While my face out calls
You should give in to my demands
Before I tie and lash your hands
I want you to ride me like santas sleigh
Or I deeply block your airway
You deserve a white Christmas
With the juice of stiffness
Will you empty santas sack
Or should I unleash in the crack
I get the hard *****
While I hear a pure moaner
I trust you with my heart
Spreading those cheeks makes you smart
We choose each other
For a wet smother
I always choose you
Drunk and exhausted, he waved to the onlookers,
And threw himself from the bridge, tired of living through
The suicides of poets and writers,
Tired of cheating women, of religion,
Of marriage, of talking to himself –
Weirdly on wings, and with maximum pain,
He waved to the onlookers,
Leaving his poems to terrify and comfort
While the critics said:
’’They are so tearfull! So funny.
His poetry is the mixture
Of crankiness, brilliance, and cruelty.’’
Weirdly on wings and with maximum pain,
He waved to the onlookers,
And joined his father
And maybe, just maybe
He forgave him.
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