Alexander Shaumyan

(July 12,1962 / Moscow, Russia)

Politically Correct Christmas


There is a Jesus fetus
And condoms on my tree,
Because today is Christmas-
And Christmas is PC.

My Santa is a lesbian,
Her skin is dark as night-
She came along with tranny Claus
With clitoral delight.

She promised free abortions,
Free tests for HIV,
While spreading guacamole
On my GBLT.

I thought I was in heaven,
I thought I was in hell,
When I heard Santa moaning
Hoe-moe with anal bells.

For Christmas is for giving
Your lover in the rear-
So rejoice my little ones
And spread the Christmas queer.


December 25,2013

Submitted: Thursday, December 26, 2013
Edited: Thursday, December 26, 2013

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