Christmas tiptoed light across the bare rooftop night
its presence not felt by those poor men
who knelt at the altar of sacrifice.
Down in Surrey
rich men hurry as much as
their large loads can carry and Barry,
the butcher has had such a marvelous day.
Oh yes,
Veal's a steal but for some it's not real
the most they'll be getting is
neck end of chicken.
The sharp end's always the dead end but
the point is not lost,
everything costs more than it did.
People bid on eBay for an affordable way
to celebrate but suffocate in the rush,
when
push comes to shove
there's no such thing as peace or love
it's every man for himself.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 4:40 AM UTC
Christmas tiptoed light across the bare rooftop night
its presence not felt by those poor men
who knelt at the altar of sacrifice.
Down in Surrey
rich men hurry as much as
their large loads can carry and Barry,
the butcher has had such a marvelous day.
Oh yes,
Veal's a steal but for some it's not real
the most they'll be getting is
neck end of chicken.
The sharp end's always the dead end but
the point is not lost,
everything costs more than it did.
People bid on eBay for an affordable way
to celebrate but suffocate in the rush,
when
push comes to shove
there's no such thing as peace or love
it's every man for himself.
dontya just love Christmas.
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