Your Trickle-Down Christmas

Christmas Time

the barrel of a gun

in your mouth

the smell and taste

of the holiday season

how we get peace on earth

cock the hammer

put your finger

around that trigger

now think a moment

of Christmases past when

you dreamed of being rich

she’ll find you tonight

in bright red ribbons

under the tree

it’s the thought that counts

apply a little pressure

on that trigger

that’s it  squeeze

ever so gently now

it’s Christmas Eve after all

outside they’re singing

songs about joy and hope

and of people who have jobs

squeeze a little more

heavenly peace awaits you

no check is in the mail

there was a time

you had your own song

they’ve taken away that too

squeeze just a little more

that’s it  ‘click’

wasn’t so hard

now clean the gun

put it back in the box

and wrap it up real nice

she’ll say  oh honey

just what I always wanted

kiss you and fuck you

you’ll die little deaths while

CEO Santa robs your home

and your President sells you out

all more trickle-down pissy shit

you’ll have to shovel like a slave

hoping for next year

that is

if they will even let you

Peter Buknatski

Montpelier, VT.

Correction:

Poor Suffering Rich

oh I’m so sorry

the Dems say you’re

paying your taxes

and that if we increase

your taxes you won’t

be able to trickle-down

a goddamn thing

how insensitive of me

to call you bastards

Nazis and terrorists

you’re just trying to live

I’m selling my extra boots

and warm winter coats

and sending you

a X-Mas check

the very least I can do

if there’s anything else

I can do for you

don’t even ask

just go ahead and take it

I had no idea how you suffer

calling you names

I’m so ashamed

like calling A-Rod

a fuck-up

like calling Obama

A-Rod

like calling

those who apologize

for you !#&*!/?@!

why you oughta pass a law

I know who’d vote for it

PS