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NIGHTMARE ON 34TH STREET: A XMAS GROTESQUE

Words + Music by Geordie McElroy



Part 3




Secret Santa’s crossed off the list


Drug dealers, arsonists, thieves


Necrophiliacs and mountebanks


Cops excised disease




Bodies found in alleyways


Sedan trunks by the docks


Arcades, bars, overpriced condos


In a playground sandbox




Some with bullets between the eyes


Some had jugulars ripped


Some injected with tree frog venom


Some dumped in ditches, stripped




Bodies piled high down at the morgue


As the winter weather cooled


Coroner ruled them accidents


Homicide had all fooled




***




Portia lunched with Muffy and Luz


“What a story to tell


Here’s my latest acquisition


Ladies, behold Noel”




“Isn’t she the waif you booted?”


“Yes, indeed, she’s the thief


Caught her in my charity globe


I gave the orphan relief”




“We welcomed her into our home


Hope she comes to trust us


This is what charity truly is:


Restorative justice”




“The criminal system is a mess


Trust me, group homes broken


So, I adopted this delinquent


You just took in tokens”




“Mercedes, please take our Noel


To sit on Ruprecht’s lap


Sure she love to tell him about


Dodging criminal wrap”




***




Mercedes paraded casting


Elbows and aspersions


To anyone blocking her way


Departments transversing




Noel followed at the girl’s heels


Into Christmas village


They cut the line and found Ruprecht


Koopman’s family privilege




“Excuse me, sir,” Noel piped up


“They say your name’s Ruprecht


But I’ve been watching you closely


Suspect that’s incorrect”




“Is your true name really St. Nick?


You seem to be the source


Of all those legends about him


I could be wrong, of course”




“Someone has been using your name


Your reputation’s heft


To drain the youth from orphan girls


Until there’s nothing left”




Ruprecht stared at the young orphan


And asked: “Are you the one?”


But then their rendezvous cut short


In walked Lt. Dunn




He flashed his badge, approached Ruprecht


The line drew to a halt


“Last night, what were your whereabouts?


Do you know Jacques Perrault?”




Noel spotted the flashing shield


She turned, in terror ran


Was this the goon from the North Pole?


The man who took Roxanne?




Portia stopped the inquisition


“What’s the meaning of...

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