ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS
So many things
I don’t really care about
the mail comes
you know it isn’t easy
to show that I care
when I open it
I see a fire on the planet
I see one fire from space
and so little do I care
about my slice of heaven.
I wouldn’t raise arms.
Let math rule all that be, and
with perfect certainty and
undisputable perfection,
let all things occupy that
which and where they do.
And Lord, only give unto me
each night a sleep vast as death,
let me recline and
as easily let go the balloon
set a thousand worries free.
