Echoes of yesterday
Where do they end?
Upon the elf on the shelf
Santa has passed
Forsaken my abode
The inner being of my soul
He is the sole provider
My decider
Triumphant tyrant of woe
Must he be my foe?
Glowing with reassurance
Of the personification of hate
I'm a good boy
How about a treat?
It has to be just for me
To eat
Forcibly scarf down
My bitter hole
Santa will want
Me to rake
His' yard
But I will refuse
The suddenly offered abuse
From a passing sore of lore
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 12:23 AM UTC
Echoes of yesterday
Where do they end?
Upon the elf on the shelf
Santa has passed
Forsaken my abode
The inner being of my soul
He is the sole provider
My decider
Triumphant tyrant of woe
Must he be my foe?
Glowing with reassurance
Of the personification of hate
I'm a good boy
How about a treat?
It has to be just for me
To eat
Forcibly scarf down
My bitter hole
Santa will want
Me to rake
His' yard
But I will refuse
The suddenly offered abuse
From a passing sore of lore
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