MESSAGE TO SANTA

by patrick   Oct 7, 2011


Wants form a key ring to a nose ring
Over here, I am going to slave my lusts
Santa are you listening?
Let's go; pedal to the metal OH! Boy!

Hear ye! Hear ye!
I love quality
And; as this is a daydream I will wave the price factor
No shackles to spoil my dream, [ala magtjies could life get any better hey?]

Technologies, that's my turn on
A slave I am, be it boiling seven eggs in a silver dome
Headlights, electronic microscopes, magnification which ever way
Exposing the world once invisible to the naked eye,

Seeing the universe with its splendour on show
DNA strands, dust bugs, atoms
Digital photography,
Tools in my hands, expanding my mind, my pace, my life

It's all relevant, screw drivers with power ratchets
Abs breaking on my car
Multifocal lens, digital hearing
What's next Viagra?

Down to earth, pocket knife
Food blender, home theatre sound system, and a plasma of course
New pair of shoes
Automatic car top of the range [HA! Bloody ha] hey stop it, this is my day dream hey!

House by the sea
Custom furnished, start from scratch, what you say?
Piece of mind, love and my life right now
Kids and grandkids dogs a sound mind a fit body
Santa are you listing?

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