Open Poetry #34 |
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Ghetto Santa |
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~DreamChild~ Senior Member
since 2001-04-23
Posts 544in your dreams ![]() |
twas the night before christmas and all through the hood, not a gangsta was ridin, less he was up to no good. with santa in his caddy, were some elves with a sack, and a hooker from a crackhouse with a fifth or two of jack. they were bobbin to some hip-hop, steady sippin on a bottle, when the police got behind them. santa laid down on the throttle. it wasn't long til santa slipped, seems he lost it at the wheel and flipped the car into a ditch where the hooker's fate was sealed. the officer with gun and badge called for reinforcements. the elves began to make a break succumbing to misfortune. cuz ol saint nick had 2 glock nines hidden in the dash. when the cops got out with an angry shout, santa started to blast. well the elves got shot, and the cops did too. kris kringle himself took a bullet or two. now the gun shots ceased, and the smoke cleared up, but the big red caddy was gone. well the elves went to jail, and the hooker went to hell, but santa took his jolly but home. Til Next Year Santa! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
that's sad enjoyed the read, though |
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