Dickens Christmas carol as revisited by Scott Matthews ™

 

kisses frozen Frigid aireFrom sexual heightened at mo sphere Hammering and whipsawing debris that with an angry flareCuz Mother Nature - fed up to here(Re: top of head) for humanity scurrying without a careLeaving heavy-duty footprints blotting out those of Santa Claus' rein deer On a yearly mission to deliver yule tideTo this bloke - who haint no bobbing Crotchety old man per radical sideOf the establishment, but considers all tha hoo ha Over Xmas devoid of divine prideAnd prejudiced against t'other days of the year Where vices many do not hideSo, i hasten to clarify no intent to pop Any holiday balloon - only virtue blithely do glidePast majority intent on grabbing, rattling chains Like ghosts of Christmas pastSo for that reason this liberal democrat did chideHow mass of consumers married materialism like a brideForsaking fred ship (ah ah ah chew...i cut me a gold) Where care does in rare form abide Or if discernible with a tiny tim burrCoal less sing into miserliness and meanness like a curMud gin golem with thick wooly fez e wig That easily passes faux pas furAs protection against the brutal coldness Sans ignorant and want that murmurBarely audible in contest witnessed by scrooge Who as fiction tries to unfetter himselfAnd for the sake of Jacob marley begins to stir Prophetic for selfishness and greed globally extant Per this doctrine a best buyAllows, enables and provides well oiled machinery Of wealth held by rich gal or guy Thus shackling a disproportionate populace To feel weighed down in heavy (like alice) in chainsThough invisible said stronger than steel strait jackets well nighHold captive i.e. colonialism revisited, where justice does not app plyIn this interconnected World Wide Web, whence accolades applaudedTo those who act slyAnd tryCajoling, finessing, insinuating broken, empty, grimly hollow promisesAnalogous to a tail stripped from asking "Y" Undulating, triangulating, strangulating, Et cetera in a "V" ness flytrap essentially spurring me to consider December twenty fifth nuttin boot poppy cock and pap!   

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