"Ginsberg" Christmas Poem

This little ditty almost beat out "Twas the Night Before Christmas" in a contest to select an official American Christmas poem. Sort of like how "Eat Cheese or Die" almost beat out "America's Dairyland" to be the official license plate slogan for the state of Wisconsin. Go figure.

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HO HO
BY ALLEN GINSBERG (Frank Gannon)

Wear your red suit and your boots
And that repulsive white beard
With the hardened saliva of sick nights in countless tenements,
That same red suit you bought at Woolworth's
With the money you made
From the flesh of the elves.
From their blood and their sweat
And their flesh that would scream if it had a voice,
Their tiny cries are not heard
Because of the jingle bells.
And your twisted sick appetite
That feeds on the young with
Firm buttocks.

And that "elf look."
Damn you, you big fat man in a red suit.
Goddamn you, you grotesque fat man with
Inflamed loins.
Your sickness is the sickness
Of the flesh merchant,
The Industrial man who lives
Above the elves.
Oh, damn you,
And your sick enchained animals with antlers!