Post by anirbas on May 21, 2007 13:56:03 GMT -6
Weeks of organizing a metaphorical exodus,
weeding through the detritus
of to many spirit broken years,
hasn't left me beaten down with fears
or eyes overflowing with tears...
But, it has left me with a rather odd feeling...
I feel like a New Age Santa Claus...
An Anti-Claus, if you will...
Harebrained with contempt
for the order of the day
and the establishment...
Doing my thing in summer,
not and never winter...
I've made a list, like the old holiday
song favorite says..I've checked it three
times twice...I don't give a drat who's been naughty
or nice...Who smells like a rose or a splat of shit...
Cause I'm the New Age Santa Claus, minus balls and frills...
I'm Anti-Claus and I'm female and I'm not coming
to town to throw presents around...I'm taking
things instead and leaving the town behind...
Not and never in grinchlian vengance and thievery...
I'm leaving the bitch prize for the governor of this state
of nowhere and nothingness...I only need the basics
for starting over and survival where I'm going...
Escaping the town in the nick of time...
Before the inhospitable natives lose it, again...
Burn and raze the place to the ground, in yet another
display of biting off their noses to spite
their own faces temper tantrums...
Yes, I'm the New Age Santa Claus...
I'm the Anti-Claus without posit or pause...
Missing balls and frills but still capable of elicting
chills that thrills as I do Christmas in reverse...
Taking, not giving...Leaving, not coming to town...
And forget the sleigh...I'm using trucks
to drag my purloined survival gear away...
Because I'm Anti-Claus, the New Age Santa Claus...
Full of piss and vinegar and just a touch of sugar...
The only gift I'm leaving, is a booger smeared on the wall...
~*~
[NOT!!!!!! I won't stoop that low...But, it certainly
tickled my fancy to visualize doing that...ggglggglgggl]
weeding through the detritus
of to many spirit broken years,
hasn't left me beaten down with fears
or eyes overflowing with tears...
But, it has left me with a rather odd feeling...
I feel like a New Age Santa Claus...
An Anti-Claus, if you will...
Harebrained with contempt
for the order of the day
and the establishment...
Doing my thing in summer,
not and never winter...
I've made a list, like the old holiday
song favorite says..I've checked it three
times twice...I don't give a drat who's been naughty
or nice...Who smells like a rose or a splat of shit...
Cause I'm the New Age Santa Claus, minus balls and frills...
I'm Anti-Claus and I'm female and I'm not coming
to town to throw presents around...I'm taking
things instead and leaving the town behind...
Not and never in grinchlian vengance and thievery...
I'm leaving the bitch prize for the governor of this state
of nowhere and nothingness...I only need the basics
for starting over and survival where I'm going...
Escaping the town in the nick of time...
Before the inhospitable natives lose it, again...
Burn and raze the place to the ground, in yet another
display of biting off their noses to spite
their own faces temper tantrums...
Yes, I'm the New Age Santa Claus...
I'm the Anti-Claus without posit or pause...
Missing balls and frills but still capable of elicting
chills that thrills as I do Christmas in reverse...
Taking, not giving...Leaving, not coming to town...
And forget the sleigh...I'm using trucks
to drag my purloined survival gear away...
Because I'm Anti-Claus, the New Age Santa Claus...
Full of piss and vinegar and just a touch of sugar...
The only gift I'm leaving, is a booger smeared on the wall...
~*~
[NOT!!!!!! I won't stoop that low...But, it certainly
tickled my fancy to visualize doing that...ggglggglgggl]