Useless Spirit Poem by Andy Brookes

Sleigh riders, s lave drivers,ducking and divers see the writing on the wall
Babylons streams on Netflix hell it seems is here accompanied by elves and spells

Happy New Year, no fear, meeting at the worlds end my friend,
my Chelsea girl, looking good modish style being vile, listen the bells starting ringing,
carols singing, I see the smoking gun, Christmas in September,
putting out their stalls, present hauls,empty halls, money calls.

so toys, toys, toys, for the boys boys boys useless things that we don't need
for the girls, girls, girls, perfect pointless pretty shiny things Santa brings.
there is greed,peace message,drowned in noise of tills trills, thrills, bills,
for stocking fills.
arrogant misuse we waste no taste consumerism gone wild, Saturnaliafailure,
meanwhile starving faces pinched, looking on this festive fun, spectres at the feast
those that have the least, they lie in the sun undone, we the affluent eat drink being merry
getting high on sherry, here's the rub a dub dub dub we are lost.
dancing the dance of death on his cold breath.