Santa, you fucker,
what a prick,
why did you have to be
such a big dick,
I was as good as
anyone could be.
And I only had
one thing I wanted for me.
Just one thing
on my list,
easy enough,
how could it
you miss?
I wrote it as plain
as could be,
but it was
nowhere in sight,
To the contrary,
there was a sack full of pain,
that was dusted by fairies,
and sprinkled like rain.
How was this,
how could it be,
as good as I was,
I just couldn't see,
why I still had to endure
such greatest of pain,
just like before,
without refrain.
What had happened,
had you lost my list,
I hold it again
in clinched fist,
screaming to you,
oh why,
oh why.
Just one thing
that mattered to me,
on my list,
so plain to see.
