Jingle bells
\nlose something when the grass is green<\/p>\n
When Irving Berlin wrote “White Christmas”
\nin green Los Angles in 1940
\nhe buried deep underneath it
\nhis Christmas dead son,
\nhis denied religious roots<\/p>\n
Yet his song is an anthem to the joy
\nunder which we bury the family disasters
\ndenied expectations that haunt the season<\/p>\n
And in this season
\nof lost penniless refugees
\ntired betrayed day minimum wagers
\nliving in this world
\nbelow the rich who have cut the rope
\nand spewed out their exhausted hydocarbons
\nuntil this blue globe
\nhad becub buddy greed
\nwith doh bells
\ndoh jigglig bells
\njust jiggle buds
\nclickyeverbore<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Jingle bells lose something when the grass is green When Irving Berlin wrote “White Christmas” in green Los Angles in 1940 he buried deep underneath it his Christmas dead son, his denied religious roots Yet his song is an anthem … Continue reading