Honesty through my poetry,
Kept at one hundred,
Walking and writing,
Been a while since I done it.
A runny nose,
Kids awaiting Santa Claus,
Would rather call him Father Christmas,
Get ready your Saturnalia gift list,
Yeah I'm kinda taking the piss.
Nobody knew when Jesus was born,
Truth is buried under an evenly mowed lawn,
I'm nobody special just call me Shaun,
Can feel the curtains closing and a new dawn.
Sensing stuff has happened before,
On the verge of a third world war,
Not losing my mind again because I know the score.
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When did you write this Santa? lol.
Im my downtime haha.
You seen some fat bloke with welly boots, white beard, red costume, and reindeer coming down your chimney? Makes a lot of soot to clean up on Christmas morning! lol.
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