Don't Come Back, Ever Again
a letter
By Michaela Delaney Published about a year ago • 1 min read
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Dear Santa,
You fat bastard, you
Don't try to deny it, we both know it's true
You slimy greaseball, no good fool
Dirty rotten scoundrel, you bucket of drool
I know what you did, I'm utterly livid as I relive
The sight of your mass, your naked white ass
I did not understand, how it could be
But once I was blind, and now I can see
I've wrote Mrs. Clauss, how about a round of applause?
Because of my testimony,
You'll be out on the streets,
And that is exactly where you should be
I hope the North Pole is cold, colder than ice
This year I will be naughty, no nice
Santa, it's over, you and I are done
And I won't tell you again, STAY AWAY FROM MY MUM!
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