All I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS 100 MOLOTOV COCKTAILS
ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS 100 MOLOTOV COCKTAILS
BY
DAVID GOTTFRIED
I believe
In the blood
Of a gun
In the middle of the night
Spurting red rage,
very very bright
I believe in the hate
That ablates and creates
A spark that stimulates
Then a fire satiates
I bludgeon with the bellows
Of undying disbelief
I erect the ghoulish gallows
And guillotine my grief
I salivate with sacrilege
I sing my demon songs
I plunder all your privilege
I right the regal wrongs
To slice the poisoned heart
Of a judge and a priest
To storm a castle's rampart
And make a king deceased
The Courts enrobed in marble
The Laws inscribed with spleen
Oh, to turn it into rubble
And realize this riot dream
Postscript
Their money is all stolen
Their work is all bogus
My hate is quite molten
My gun is in focus