Christmas Poetry Competition
Still Searching for the Heart by Pinniped
Drunken people, lecherous people,
Why are they gluttonous and glowering?
Always it seems this travesty of the season.
The mall ablaze with lucre,
Fuelled by desire without need.
Around me this procession in the possession
Of base greed.
Pinioned in his manger,
His lusty lungs screaming in dank straw.
This infant's anger will rage down centuries.
Discord in store.
Surely there's a fund of Peace on Earth?
Just as surely invested in None of the Above.
Your brother's gift to you this Christmas: