Let Santa No Silicon Boobs

a poem by Jayati

Have no taste for impositions.
Neither any taste for brain washings.
Nor taste to see big boobs on Santa Clause
Tempting and seducing.

Let Santa Clause remain in all dream
The kind old man in red robes
Riding on a sledge come shouting
Ho! Ho! Ho!

Through the stills of night
Fill heart, children’s with goods.
Vehemently against

Silicone breasted female Santa
Hold globe in perverse pose.
Seeing such vulgar overdose
Wonder what children

Of today
Would grow into-
What, with what memories
Not far from

Hoardings, advertisement-
Vamps and villainies
Rapist, killers
Prostitute glares.

All open doors of
Pseudo idealisms