Poetry

The Twelve Days of Christmas (Heresy on the High Seas)

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: The searing hot pain of gonorrhea, followed by some Aspirin placebo sugar pills.

Poem by The Dime Store Casanova - jsonnenblick88@gmail.com Doodle by Katie Boyd

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On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: The answer to all the world’s problems at the bottom of a bottle of booze with a message from the last captain of the ship of lost souls.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: The searing hot pain of gonorrhea, followed by some Aspirin placebo sugar pills.

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: A population of slack jawed yokels and those that think they are hip, who have stolen from the truly hip.

On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: A burnt sweet potato, because it wasn’t on my budget, and I couldn’t go back out because of the blistering heat of a winter’s day.

On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Schizophrenia.

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: The gift of consumerism and the want and need for material possessions that don’t prove a god damned thing about my worth as a man.

On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: My worth as a man.

On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Art Pussy, a couple of guys in the free fall of life, nearer the J train, sitting in a pool of vomit, it turns out the gun was a fake.

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: The little ones I teach theater to in the Bronx, too young to know… The world will be a weary one.

On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Kevin Collins’s I.D., which we used numerous times in our lives when we were younger people, and we drank and were merry. Kevin is in jail for life, sold the white to a Narco man. Keep your head up Kevin.

On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: The death of Mayor Bloomberg for wanting to destroy another New York City landmark, Flushing Meadow Park. Save the area from becoming a mall.

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Undying light, and the answer to all the questions I sought in my days… The influences who were so under the influence they couldn’t influence anyone, and the songs we sang like the crust of the peanut butter and jelly sandwich that mom made. It went down smooth… It left you hungry.

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