And there he was all dressed in black <br />Stuffing the baby in his sack <br />His pants below his waist, do-rag on his head <br />And below his hat, Santa had a dread <br />He was a rough-tuff, buff man <br />Rings on his fingers and tattoos on his hand <br />His sleigh was tricked out <br />It was a black and gold mustang with an engine that shout <br />Inserting drugs might be crazy <br />But that's exactly what he did to the baby <br />He took a needle and stuck it in her arm <br />Didn’t really care if he caused any harm <br />He used the baby as his lab rat <br />Testing drugs, using needles that were long and fat <br />When he stuck it in, the baby cried <br />She ODed and almost died <br />Santa just couldn't take it anymore <br />He shut the door and gave her what she was crying for<br /><br />LaTisha Parkinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-my-gosh-santa/
