Next Christmas

The paper ripped and thrown away,
eyes wide as the children play.
You sit by the fire digesting your dinner,
all is well. You feel like a winner.

Far away in some forgotten land,
someone one else needs a helping hand.
Injustice and poverty rules that world.
Into that now you shall be hurled.

You may not like it, you don't want to know,
that other human beings have been brought so low.
No food no water no doctor no nurse,
afflictions you have conquered still an everyday curse.

But you with your belly full of Christmas fare,
sitting by the fire you do not care.
For if you did you would change your ways.
But you don't care for waifs and strays.

For all you care the world could burn.
You'll not do anyone a good or bad turn.
Your family, your home, you're insulated.
You care not if someone else's hunger is sated.

So for next year will it all be the same?
Is religion and riches to be the only game?
Can we ever love one another?
When you are well but what of your brother?

This festival has lost it's meaning,
I'm alright jack is the political leaning.
Next year will be 2013.
A lot of people will say where have you been?

There'll be none next year (2013) as they have just discovered (as announced on CNN) a stone tablet at Stonehedge saying, that on May 32, 2013 (it's an ancient leapyear according to the Stoner Calendar), earth, the planet we know and love, will "really" end this time.

Originally posted by johnnylongwoody


But you with your belly full of Christmas fare,
sitting by the fire you do not care.
For if you did you would change your ways.
But you don't care for waifs and strays.

keep holding that mirror,
to our collective face...
and polish it well,
to reveal our well-heeled disgrace...

most won't like you,
taking them to task...
one might imagine,
it's for their house that you ask...

remind them, my friend,
of their gods and their christs...
an how those lives are at odds,
with their ornamental zeitgeist...


you won't find many who'll listen, keep after them anyways...

Originally posted by rookie54
keep holding that mirror,
to our collective face...
and polish it well,
to reveal our well-heeled disgrace...

most won't like you,
taking them to task...
one might imagine,
it's for their house that you ask...

remind them, my friend,
of their gods and their christs...
an how those lives are at odds,
with their ornamental zeitgeist...


you won't find many who'll listen, keep after them anyways...

I'm just yanking a chain Rookie.

See what happens.


Like the first woman on the space shuttle,
she said what does this button do?

BBBOOOOOOOMMMM!!!!

Bet you don't remember her name.

No googling.

Originally posted by johnnylongwoody
I'm just yanking a chain Rookie.

See what happens.


Like the first woman on the space shuttle,
she said what does this button do?

BBBOOOOOOOMMMM!!!!

Bet you don't remember her name.

No googling.

Not funny.