A SPLENDID CHRISTMAS CORPSE


I'd make a splendid Christmas corpse

in rigor mortis to the core

With arms out wide, feet 

fastened firmly to the floor


In my place as trade I'd say

a Noble Fir goes free

Considered a down payment

for my years of carpentry


As for decor hang balls of red  

from from every branch included

Both ears and nose, with balls of blue

on other parts denuded


It's a damned strange situation

when you're cut down in your prime

Don't buy the Other Guy's tradition

or they'll nail you every time


Unplug the lights, pack up the bows,

return the baubles to the box

Place my corpse beside the curb

dressed in my woolen socks