Christmas Woman

Christmas is the time of year

When the patrons and the panthers come and commandeer

Christian, put away your fuss

With the tipping of the handlers as the pagans must

I know for a century

We were scrambling to assemble what a man believes

I know for a time I let

To believe that human kindness would prevail instead

Woman, have you lost your kind?

There are snakeskin stealers seething in the afterlife

Christian in the advent house

You confess the incarnation with the breast turned out

Have you seen the Christ the king(Woman, have you lost your kind?)

Suckling nurseries in snakeskin in the armored seat?(With the breast turned out)

Christian, put away your woes(Woman, have you lost your kind?)

Welcome grief and crime and anguish with the happiest host(In the afterlife)