Monday, 1 June 2020

Butterball

A 2020 poem


I’m voting for Christmas
A sinner defiant
Shaking a fist at Heaven
Condemning a God I don’t believe in
It’s easier than thinking things through for myself


I’m giving thanks
For a harvest I didn’t reap
I sit in a cosy office
While the backbreaking work is done by foreigners
They’re coming and taking our jobs!


I’m plump and juicy
A morsel delightfully reared
A snack for Satan
All golden and tanned by the fires of Hell
I take no prisoners - I am the prisoner


Image by Karen/Lyn Nobull from Pixabay

https://pixabay.com/photos/steel-wool-spinning-fire-steel-818535/

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