December 25th

This is a confused day,
When folks kneel at alters and pray,
To God, Walmart, Santa and the U.S. $.
Gathering ’round a dying tree,
They rip flesh off gifts in glee,
Then happily burn burn burn it in fire.

Their dinner tables creak,
While homeless starve in streets,
Under the weight of X-MAS bounty.
As the day comes to a close,
Over-sugared kids wrapped in bows,
Fall restless in exhausted heaps and slumber.