Gift Wrap a Better Kind (St. Nick, I Cry To You)

Numbers suffocate my one,

surrounded by the lights,

all that’s wrong; is kept so won

as they enjoy the fights,

let some needed Christmas cheer

mask up all the pain,

imbibing bought; and stolen beer

coin lifeblood down the drain,

Jesus is not at home,

just our suits of habit; that

ignore to use a comb

continue pride; just grab it,

spruces act as towers,

underneath greed stilts,

smile with all the powers

that build up all the guilts,

fleshling robots shine,

a woeful made replacement,

plans come true; to make the crime,

whilst hope is in the basement,

shorten mortal lives;

don’t question operation,

for; popular is where it lies,

bandwagon; every nation,

oh! St Nick, I cry to you,

my tears are so profuse,

please give me a better view

away from such abuse,

gift wrap a better kind,

worthy of esteem,

where both the world and man; not blind

live out belated dream.