nosediving in a star lit night,
some poor bastard laying in a manger…
what a way to be born…I’m just sayin
wanders around talkin like he’s gonna die?
He’s the Son of God????
early onset schizophrenia
violence and temple whips
love inspired insanity
death defying star light
nose diving kamikaze flight
up and running
filling stockings, sending cards
(the unemployed, the broken whores, the crazy nuts …and hypocrites)
you and me and he and she and Tiny Tim
in all our facets,
of glimmering dripping starlight