Columns

The Muzak carols waft over the manic shoppers;  

they are washed in the christmas blood of the lamb,  

as the dread haze of the Holidaze  

creeps in on little noel feet.  

Starving for the promised love that never transubstantiates,  

the abandoned humans pig out  

in an orgy of spending.  

’Tis a blood-letting of the bank account  

and the severed artery of credit  

bleeds many a household into ruin.