some were conned into
doing the riddance
job
they'd been duped by
the lad's egotistical
cob

how did he gain
such an overarching
rule
more discerning folk picked
him for a selfish
mule

those of no acumen
got on side with his
ploy
they did the ousting to
aid a wimpy
Elroy

and still they're willing
in carrying out his dodgy
drift
cause the lad hasn't a
scintilla of spinal
lift

It's Christmas day
Everyone's smiling
Everyone's fake.
Joy is lacking,
Emptiness is raging,
and no one cares
about anyone,
just everyTHING.
Why have we gotten
So superficial?
What has come
To the world,
That we should behave,
In such a way?
You get everything on your list.
It's still not enough.
You should be content,
But your fake smile
Is the closest thing
To happiness you know.
Your family is together,
But that may truly be
A bad thing.
Because, suddenly,
No one is themselves,
And you're all transforming
Into little Barbie dolls.
This Christmas,
Just like all of the last,
You ask yourself,
Why isn't it enough?
Well, I'll tell you why.
You're focusing on the wrong,
And not the right,
The bad,
Rather than the good,
Santa,
Rather than Jesus.