Santa's Morality
Santa's a stink and filthy old bum,
Wherever he went, his stench would come,
Santa cared not for the deaf and the dumb,
Within Africa, he got slaves for rum,
He turned our women to uncivilized scum,
Santa raped and ravaged 'til his penis was numb,
Santa laughed and danced and twittled his thumbs,
After all his madness, he said, "come here chum."
By Santa's permission, Black men were hung,
Suspended in air, Black people were strung,
His snotty injustice, at us he flung,
He called us niggers with the songs he sung,
He attacked us all, being old and young,
He spat upon us like cows dropping dung,
Santa's bitter evil did get us all stung,
Only slander and lies rolled off Santa's tongue.
Santa told the people to go and get drunk,
Santa said, "be like me, a stink white skunk,"
All over the world, cultures smelled his funk,
Santa wasted tax money on slop and junk,
In wrongdoing, Santa showed great spunk,
Santa told the world, "I am a quidnunc,"
Dirt from his body came off in chunks,
Being in your face, his breath had stunk,
Santa's wicked nation got a divine slam-dunk,
Like the roaring Titanic, America had sunk.
Copyright © 1996 Aquil Aziz
Wherever he went, his stench would come,
Santa cared not for the deaf and the dumb,
Within Africa, he got slaves for rum,
He turned our women to uncivilized scum,
Santa raped and ravaged 'til his penis was numb,
Santa laughed and danced and twittled his thumbs,
After all his madness, he said, "come here chum."
By Santa's permission, Black men were hung,
Suspended in air, Black people were strung,
His snotty injustice, at us he flung,
He called us niggers with the songs he sung,
He attacked us all, being old and young,
He spat upon us like cows dropping dung,
Santa's bitter evil did get us all stung,
Only slander and lies rolled off Santa's tongue.
Santa told the people to go and get drunk,
Santa said, "be like me, a stink white skunk,"
All over the world, cultures smelled his funk,
Santa wasted tax money on slop and junk,
In wrongdoing, Santa showed great spunk,
Santa told the world, "I am a quidnunc,"
Dirt from his body came off in chunks,
Being in your face, his breath had stunk,
Santa's wicked nation got a divine slam-dunk,
Like the roaring Titanic, America had sunk.
Copyright © 1996 Aquil Aziz
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