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consensus of hyssops

don't interpret me,

language of false complaisance;

for we are humans

whether you like me or not,

to say you do is just fake—

Forest I

Sleeping while awake

A log must notice mushrooms

—Feeding off of him

There is a Jesus fetus
And condoms on my tree,
Because today is Christmas--
And Christmas is PC.

My Santa is a lesbian,
Her skin is dark as night--
She came along with tranny Claus
With clitoral delight.

She promised free abortions,
Free tests for HIV,
While spreading guacamole
On my GBLT.

I thought I was in heaven,
I thought I was in hell,
When I heard Santa moaning
Hoe-moe with anal bells.

For Christmas is for giving
Your lover in the rear--
So rejoice my little ones
And spread the Christmas queer.

         December 25, 2013