(With Apologies to Johnny Mathis)
It's beginning to look like postmodern Christmas
Ev'rywhere you go;
You've got Existential angst and Derrida to thank'st
For the ironic references to snow.
It's beginning to look like postmodern Christmas
Putting off all fun
As we stand in line to see the nose that's artificially
Slapped on with paint -- you're done.
2 comments:
Nice poem. People sell windows XP icons?
Satire of a Christmas song; satire of the Richardson Christmas Village.
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