thoughts break asunder
as i wander through my wonderings
what shall tomorrow bring?
while i like winter
i await the spring.
christ’s mass is a farce
i can’t be arsed
except to please my daughter
who knows what i’ve taught her.
call me a cunt if you wish to be blunt.
i won’t mind.
i’m not blind to my lack of good cheer
but year after year i fear
consumer greed out-weighs need.
does father xmas bring toys to good girls and boys in
‘third world’ lands or does he stay his hand to where ‘money maketh the man’?
i’m reminded of Charlie and the Chocolate factory, the original film.
Charlie visits the candy shop where children with money get their sweets for free
but poor old Charlie can’t have any sweets for his pockets are empty.