Happy Spendgasmas.
Sorry I haven't written in a year. I've been depressed, because it hasn't been Christmas. But now it is, so, I am so happy.
The bad news first. There is no happy holiday album this year. I had a melt down and smashed my flute.
The good news. There is an unedited poem.
The Philanthropist excitedly begifts all of you an autobiographical poem for Xmass 2010.
here goes (it's called, Pachouli Santa Jesus):
PACHOULI SANTA JESUS:
Thru the chimney, then
Hugs a tree
Smells like cumin and pachouli
He's Pachouli Santa Jesus
and he's sellin his wears
none of 'em are made that good
including his notted dread hairs
He believes in peace and harmony
cumin and pachouli
playin' a drum
'n hackin' in bare feet
He's pachouli Santa Jesus
and he's sellin his wears
the gifts he gives
cling to your nose hairs
...like presents under a tree
B.O. gift boxes
to your olfactory
Thanks for reading.
Till next year,
Yours truly,
The Philanthropist
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