1. The Christmas Carnival
There's a man that's not so jolly
dressed in blood with strings attached
white fur trim and silver shackles
boots of dreary, dismal black.
Rides a sleigh of bone-white reindeer
whips them just as he is whipped
by the arm of blank-faced sales -
doesn't get one lousy tip.
There's a wailing, sobbing snow-man
mourning for the melted dead
when the sun shines in the morning:
nothing but the ice they bled.
Candied children seeping chocolate
drowning in the liquid stench
bodies limp with festive wreckage
waiting for the last event.
Woolly ropes of Christmas jumpers
looped and knotted at the throat
round the necks of carol singers
singing till they keel and choke.
While the sprigs of velvet holly
kick their legs and stamp their feet
dance with but a show-girl's honour
reading cheap lines from a sheet.
And the man that's not so jolly
smiles kindly for the crowd but
underneath his hat he's hurting,
the red sky his scarlet shroud.