*about child molestation

red bag slung over one chubby shoulder
santa arrives with a chortle and a chuckle
eyes alight with darkness painted white
raps softly on the chimney with pink knuckles

no one appears to be awake, the town has gone to bed
he slides down the bricks like snake through grass
landing with an almost non existent thump on the hearth
"where are the children?" he silently asks

through the hallways and to a door
behind the mahogony sleeps a child's soul
into the room he creeps, beady eyes washing him over
this foul deed apparently hasn't grown old

its nothing but a scam, impurity, a wicked scheme still astray
santa claus came just to play
your child has been mislead, lied to, their body and souls now tainted
look at all the happy faces that mr. claus painted.

he rests by the child although his hands do not
he bargains dust from sire sandman and sprinkles it thick
lets his finger wander aimlessly over like-silk-skin
the time of the frozen dead clock does not tick

a rotten smile veils daisy teeth
as santa's eyes widen in his act of hell
this child still sleeps soundly still, his memory will not know
and of this child, the bastard will never tell

momentarily satisfied until the next address
santa tosses a few packages beneath the pine of the dead tree
licks his lips hungrily and rides away on his rein deer
poor child will wake and never know of his impurity.

its nothing but a scam, impurity, a wicked scheme still astray
santa claus came just to play
your child has been mislead, lied to, their body and souls now tainted
look at all the happy faces that mr. claus painted.


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