A Christmas Release

After 25 years, Sadie was released.

Kimmy and Timmy were long since deceased.

Timmy was shanked, and died in great pain,

And Kimmy OD’ed from the drugs she shot in her veins.

But Sadie didn’t care about their pain or their strife.

It wasn’t the first time he’d fucked up a life.

Sadie went on a journey, searching his soul.

Nah, just kidding, he decided to crash at the North Pole.

He hadn’t seen Santa in years,

So he showed up with several cases of beer.

Sadie knocked on the door and waited a bit

Until Santa opened with a shout of “Oh, shit,

What are you doing here, you dumb fucking slouch?”

“Fuck off, Santa, I’m here to crash on your couch,”

“Sadie, go away, I can’t have you here.

You know I’m busy, this time of year.”

“No one wants your toys, they’re so fucking old.

Kids would rather have the weed that I’ve sold.”

“Now, Sadie, I don’t know if that’s true…”

“Shut up, Santa, I know just what to do.

Go around and gather up all your slaves.

We’ll work them to death, ‘til they’re in early graves.”

“Now, Sadie, you know they’re called elves.

Some work in factories, some spy on shelves.”

“You spy on little kids while they sleep?

I think that’s awesome, but you know I’m a creep.

Anyway, we’ll have them make something the kiddies can use.

In fact, you might even say it’s something they will abuse.”

“Is it drugs?  It’s drugs, isn’t it?” Santa asked, shaking his head.

“No, Sadie, I’m not giving little kids meth.”

“Giving? We’re selling,” Sadie said with a smirk.

“Once I learn how to deliver to jerks.”

Santa sighed, “I guess we can use my reindeer and sled.”

“Uh, reindeer?  You mean those things in the shed?”

“What did you do?” Santa’s voice was thick from defeat.

“I guess from your tone they weren’t meant to eat.”

“That’s it.  I’m done.  Get out we are through.”

“Yeah, right.  Who are you?

Don’t forget, Santa, you and I, we are twins,”

Sadie said, approaching Santa with a grin.

“Sadie, what do you plan to do?”

“I plan to first murder, then become you.”

“Please, no,” Santa said as he let out a scream.

Sadie laughed. “Now I can fuck shit up beyond my wildest dreams.”


The Day After New Year’s

January 1, 2017

Twas the day after New Year’s when Sadie returned,

To the scene of the crime at the house that he burned,

He looked around and gave his nuts a quick scratch,

And cooked up some meth so he’d have a fresh batch,

He took a large sample and put it in his nose,

And after a moment his eyes started to grow,

“Let’s fucking party,” he said with a shout,

As his third to last tooth began to fall out,

He went to the corner and picked up a whore,

Who’d been a cute little girl a Christmas before,

“Give me a rimmy and I’ll grant you a wish,

And God will bless you, you sweet little dish,”

“There is no God,” the whore said as she looked at her feet,

“There can’t be with all that has happened to me,”

“God is real,” Sadie said, “I know that it’s true,

It’s just that God doesn’t care about you,

Now tell me your wish and I’ll make it be,

With the power of prayer and some PCP.”

“Please free my brother, he’s held by the state,

And every night he’s brutally raped.”

In celebration, Sadie pumped his fists,

“I knew it, I knew he’d get raped like a bitch,

Now let’s get him out, and let’s get him out quick,

I’m in need of a man who sucks a good dick,”

They went to the prison and broke down the wall,

The prisoners looked up from their game of football,

“Let’s free my brother,” the whore said with hope in her shout,

“I want to play football,” Sadie said with a pout,

After some football they proceeded inside,

The guards all ignored them, they were probably high,

They found their way to the whore’s brother’s cell,

And found out why he thought that this place was his hell,

Inside her brother screamed out in pain, as

A large man named Rabbit stretched out his anus,

“Stop,” Sadie said, as Rabbit looked through the door,

Of the cell as he dropped his lover to the floor,

“I’m here to put an end to this mess,”

“What do you mean?” said Rabbit, “You wanted this.

I was just chilling in prison, leaving this punk alone,

When one day you called me up on the phone,

And told me to beat him, and rape him, and I didn’t think twice,

Every week with cigarettes, you paid a fair price,”

Sadie laughed. “Of course I had to make the most of his time,

That he’s serving since I framed him for that horrendous crime,

But see it from my view, I thought it’d be funny,

To see him get raped by a guy they call bunny,”

“You ruined our lives,” screamed whore, “it’s not fair,”

Sadie shrugged, “No, but what do I care?”

“So, are you going to help us?” asked whore,

“No, I was going to, but now I am bored.

So now I’m leaving, I’m off to the bar,

But don’t you worry, I’ll watch from afar,

And be back to meet up with you all right here,

If you’re alive and I feel like it, same time next year.”

The Night Before Christmas

December 25, 2014

Twas the night before Christmas, and as he walked through the house

Their daddy was stumbling, he was totally sauced.

He stopped as he looked at the stockings with a sad, longing stare,

And declared “I’ve no money for presents, I spent it on beer”

Little Kimmy looked up with her wide, doeful eyes

And smiled as she said, “Don’t worry you guys,”

“Santa will help us, that man so jolly and fat,”

Her daddy laughed, “Santa, kid? Yeah let’s count on that.”

When suddenly down the chimney came quite a clatter

There appeared a man who looked like Santa but fatter

He came with his bag, his reindeer, his whole goddamn sleigh,

And asked “Where’s Timmy?  That kid who is gay,”

“I’m not gay,” said Timmy, with his gay little leer.

“Yes you are, kid, get over it queer.”

Kimmy asked, “Santa, since when do you suck?”

“Santa? I ain’t Santa, that fat jolly fuck,”

“I’m Sado, his brother, I whipped his ass in a brawl”

“And stole all his presents, uh, to give to you all,”

“A machine gun for Timmy, for to shoot up his school,”

“And marijuana for Kimmy, so kids will think she is cool,”

Kimmy tugged at his coattails, and said “We just want mommy back”

“Well you can’t have her kid, she’s fucking some guy who is black,”

“You’re better off anyway, without that dumb twat,”

“Timmy and Kimmy?  What the fuck’s up with that?”

“But I’m not finished,” Sado said, reaching in his bag with a shout

“I brought some whiskey for daddy, I heard he is out”

“Don’t give him that,” pleaded Kimmy, looking up from the floor,

“If he drinks too much whiskey, he’ll beat us for sure.”

“That sounds like your problem,” she heard Sado say,

“But I’ve got something for that,” as he reached in his sleigh.

He grabbed a tire iron, which he gave to Kimmy

And said, “When he comes in your room, and smells of whiskey,”

“Just take this and smack him in the jaw”

“Then go to the basement, and get his buzz saw,”

“Cut him to pieces of manageable size”

“Then take a bathtub, and fill it with lye”

“Dissolve him all up into dead daddy goop”

“Then flush him down the toilet, like you do with your poop”

“I don’t want to kill daddy, or shoot up my school,”

“Yeah, I don’t want to do drugs, I don’t think they are cool,”

“Stop being spoiled, ungrateful brats,”

“You’ll kill your classmates, and you’ll start smoking grass,”

“And while you’re in jail, getting pounded by a large man named rabbit,”

“You’ll be on your back, supporting your habit,”

“I don’t want to be a whore,” said Kimmy, in her sweet little voice,

Sado laughed, “Once you meet your pimp, you won’t have a choice,”

“I have to go,” said Sado, and as he turned back to his sleigh,

A new kid, a toddler, tugged his pants in his cute little way,

“Sado, is it my fault that our mommy left?”

“I don’t know.  Yeah, probably,” Sado said, as he adjusted his vest.

Kimmy said, “But all we want for Christmas is some old family joy,”

“We don’t want candy, presents or toys,”

“Presents and toys are the same thing, you dumb little shit,”

Sado said, “And besides happiness isn’t for kids.”

“Happiness is something that you steal from a store,”

“Or in the time that you buy from a whore.”

“Being happy on Christmas is only a crock,”

“Your mother found happiness in a black person’s cock”

“Your father finds it in a bottle of whiskey,”

“So find what works for you, but it’s surely a felony,”

Timmy started to cry, like a gay little bitch,

Sado rolled his eyes, and gave his nuts a quick itch

He went up the chimney, and was gone in a flash,

Shouting “Merry Christmas to all, you can all kiss my ass.”