it appears in all its faux gold
burdening the burdened
with wares their skinny wallets
and burning plastic can’t afford.
A thousand fat men in red suits
and nylon beards sit in dirty shopping centres
with eager children perched on their knees.
Murdered trees sit in dunce’s corners
in millions of homes
dressed up against their will
in hideous bauble jewellery,
turkeys are slaughtered like chickens
in battery houses –
these batteries are no good,
they’re out of juice and killing the environment.
Fat-cats rub their sausage fingers together
with gluttony fuelled excitement
as their pockets are filled
with the emptying of bank accounts
as the debt grows and grows and grows.
The light outside my window
hangs depressed and lonely
the sulphur sky polluted by electricity
meanders back and forth,
obese and disgusted with itself.
The road glistens with winter moisture,
mice, cats, foxes and the homeless
bend down to the gritty puddles
to quench their thirst.