oh yeah, 'cos everyone's happy
and free of prejudices...
when's Santa Clause coming?
it's this adult's fairy-tale
of having the right vocabulary
that doesn't work, i.e.
esp. if we invoke censoring words
and allowing a freely flowing
reign of images... hence concrete
iconoclasm and dyslexia,
with mandarin giggles apart from us
demanding free telescopes for children, to
chastise the stars with our presence
as also noteworthy -
that's what happens when trying to speak
for the entire breadth of mankind,
some sort of sported anomaly -
i ******* hate birds singing in the morning
in summer... they double-up insomnia,
oh sure, they're beautiful when you're
getting a suntan, but not shutter-eye.