Wednesday, 1 January 2014
A couple of words for everyone
To start
with, I would like to apologise to everyone for the lack of posts in the recent
past – especially to you, Charlie Ehlen, because unlike most others who read me
you aren’t connected to me elsewhere and aren’t aware that things haven’t been
going well with me for a while.
Actually, “not going well with me” is an
understatement. In the last month and a half – since mid-November – I have gone
through pure, undiluted hell. I don’t want to whine about my personal problems here,
but I’ll just say that psychological torment of the kind I have been through
(and am still going through) I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemies.
Starting today, however, the Butcher Shop
is again open for business. It’s not just the symbolism, if that is what it is,
of starting again on the New Year. It’s the little fact that I need to start
creating again or go crazy (and I am not far from that). I have no desire to
get seriously suicidal, and I have not been far from that, either.
However, I do need readers – and comments.
Please, if you read anything I’ve taken the time to write, leave a word about
what you think. I’m hanging on by my fingertips here, and I don’t want to let
go.
Thanks for the understanding, and your
patience.
Wednesday, 25 December 2013
Santa Claus
Santa
flew over the town
Gifts
filling all his pockets
He was
riding on a drone
And
stuffing presents into rockets.
Santa
Claus, Christmas man
Gifting
gifts as only he can
Known
from the White House to Afghanistan
As
Santa Claus friendly.
Santa
flew over Helmand
And
blew up a family
Said
"Oops, that didn't go as planned, perhaps"
And
delivered a little homily.
"They
must've had bad thoughts sometimes
Or
they might have had them in future
So
kids remember to thank your Santa Claus
Banish
evil from your nature."
Santa
Claus, Christmas man
Gifting
gifts as only he can
Known
from Yemen to Pakistan
As
Santa Claus friendly.
Santa
flew over Peshawar
And
blew a car away
Said
"it was loaded with terrorist men
I knew
it clear as day."
Santa
flew over the wreck
Once
again to take a photo
Sent
it by elf to archive it
In his
North Pole trophy grotto.
Santa
Claus, Christmas man
Gifting
gifts as only he can
Known
from Mali to Waziristan
As
Santa Claus friendly.
Santa
flew over Yemen
Blew a
wedding to pieces
Hovered
over the blood and screams
Pondering
hits and misses.
"They'd
have had terrorist kids" he said
Shaking
his head so sadly
"So
I had to kill them now
But it
was done so badly.
"There's
an artistry to killing," he said
"As
beautiful as the sun and rain,
I must
be losing my touch
So for
practice I'll do it again. "
Santa
Claus, Christmas man
Gifting
gifts as only he can
Known
from Somalia to Tajikistan
As
Santa Claus friendly.
Santa
flew over Africa
Destroying
what he was able
Bombed
a clinic in Mogadishu
And
spun a little fable.
"It's
a tale of wrong and right
I'm
right so they must be wrong
Over
the wrecks of shattered lives
I sing
my little song."
Santa
Claus, Christmas man
Gifting
gifts as only he can
Known
from Sudan to Turkmenistan
As
Santa Claus friendly.
Santa
Claus, he's your guy
For
gifts right to your home and heath
And
the gift he brings to you and yours
Is a
grave the earth beneath.
So
obey your Santa Claus
Do as
he wants you to
And
don't you dare have second thoughts
'Cause
Santa will come for you.
Santa
Claus, Christmas man
Gifting
gifts as only he can
Known
from the White House to Afghanistan
As
Santa Claus friendly.
Copyright
B Purkayastha 2013
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