Merry Christmas
A lukewarm bottle of beer
Or two
Or three
Just to ease into the propagated spirit
And a can of beans with mock turkey loaf
Climaxed with Johnny Carson
On the fucked up black and white
The gifts of life from Christ working in the aftershave department
Blessing of the meek with Mastercard
And the disciples of bill collectors crusading in his name
Tumorous tomorrows
The happy lechery of life
Smashed in the barrages from the artillery of lies
Constructed in the armament factories
Of technocratic trawler monsters
Netting misery and profits
Canning and distributing false consciousness
For legions of Park Avenue aspirers
But the peaks are already
Auschwitzed
even
prior the departure of the expedition
Robert K. Stephen
