Jay Brannan - Dear Santa

dear santa
the thing is this year has
been lame
it always seemed i always
dreamed by
now i'd have someone
else's last name way
past grown
sleeping in a shrunken
bed all alone
unless you count the
squatters tearing up
my head tried so hard to
be good all year long
and we are all inherently
bad anne frank had
it wrong
santa oh santa where
were you last night
i asked for nothing
i even left some cookies
right by the open window
i don't have a chimney
just a heart of gold you see
imagine my surprise that
not even santa wants
cookies from me
dear santa
could you use a 6
foot 1 elf
i'm sick of taking stock
from this widow's walk up
here searching for
myself
is there any way i could
hop aboard your sleigh
take a holiday leave the
work to me your rednosed
blue jay
when people say the joy
you bring's a children's
thing does
it sting
'cuz i will ring silver bells n
sing you're as real as
martin luther king
santa oh santa where were
you last night
i asked for nothing
i even left some cookies
right by the open window
i don't have a chimney just
a heart of gold you see
imagine my surprise that not
even santa wants
cookies from me
chocolate chip oatmeal raisin
gingerbread too
a full selection from my
convection in little
shapes of you
free flowing hohoing's a lot
for one man's jaws
if you're feelin' brittle i can
bake a little mr.s for
your claus
santa oh santa where
were you last night
i asked for nothing i even
left some cookies right by
the open window
i don't have a chimney
just a heart of gold you see
imagine my surprise that
not even santa wants
cookies from me