Holidays are etc, etc, blah

Christmas snow, if only, if only,

burning Barbadian sand and horseradish.

Boxes of mark ups, profit margins

and statistics all wrapped up with

a pretty bow, sitting under a

plastic stick with plastic needles.

I may become a statistic one day,

its around this woeful time of

the year, most people do.

In my dreams I see that red artic

lorry slipping out of control and

ploughing in to an orphanage,

the children’s burning body’s

only being extinguished with a

light spraying of coca cola.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Thank you for penning...:).......