Then officer Dan gulps down some caffeine
Produces the list that they found at the scene
‘You know, Mr Santa, I’m sick of these games,
what shit will we find when we check out these names?’
Well, the suspect he slams his fists on the table
Says, ‘Don’t piss me off with your Santa Claus label.
You call something ‘nice’, you foster polarity,
then mess with the rules like bullshit’s a charity.’
In a jingle of sleigh bells he’s out of the cuffs
Pins officer Dan to the wall by the scruffs,
‘See, lists are like wishes, best mind how you use them.
They’re hard to undo and most mortals abuse them.’
Then he slaps on his belly and roars, ‘Ho-Ho-Ho.’
As the room gets all jumbled with reindeer and snow
And he leans in real close, pulls a pen from Dan’s pocket
Writes the word ‘Naughty’ on the wall, by the socket
tbc…
Ah, supernatural powers. Of course.
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Did you expect less?
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I clear my mind when reading you stories.
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That’s because she gets around to telling a story.
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This ain’t it, right? Fostering polarity. Poor policeman…
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OMG you’re like Freddy Kreuger. You just keep popping up.
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Ah, it’s what the whole damn world runs on. Final instalment somewhen this week.
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Only one more? Involved in discussion the other day about young adults and inappropriate behavior, missing boundary detection, et al. They do not interact. They grew up tapping glass. Groping and slapping and no concept of interpersonal contact. Crazy.
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Interesting time to be alive.
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