stiletto crow - poetry show

Ride it out

Sint, you are slimmer
Than cousin Santa,
Bishop in a ship, gifted and uplifted
On a handsome white horse
White beard, wise white male
Topped with a mitre’s glimmer

O Sint I perceive
Much less believe
The dreary yearly
Fairy feast goes on
The kids are hooked
Just like on sweets and treats

And when those anxious adults
Like my bad self
Venture to undress
The Heart of Darkness
Of this outmoded show
It’s as if we’d ban milk
Shit on silk
Or piss on the flag

Please change with the times
Old fellow; forgo the black faces
With affro wigs, the jolly slaves
Our schools are awash with
Thick red lips and demented glints
In captive eyes of Moorish devils
Sustained by commerce
And sentimentality

Give the lie to the chimney conceit,
A less convincing story you could not meet
Hang the hysteria of populists and reactionaries
Dare to scrap a crappy throwback
Reinvent yourself
Take strength in your imperfection
And should there be an insurrection from
Wilders et al, ride it out, ride it out
Ride it out