Black Santa Poem by Yuri Gusev

When a holiday is coming,
when the geese are getting fat,
falling snow of dirty colour
tells me, Santa must be black.

Holy black absorbs the matter,
make each story ended up,
stay awake or keep on dreaming,
honey, Santa must be black.

Tree is growing drinking water
give me air to survive
what if I increase its quota?
langs would blow away apart.

Men are dealing, horses dying
pulling hopes along the track,
poor beggars, let's be honest
truth is - Santa must be black.

Filthy souls and filthy wishes,
greedy pray for extra stack,
Santa would you take instead of giving?
get 'em all into your sack.

@ju.piter