Christmas

I took this
You gave which
Could make of
My Christmas
Yet without its
Potential
In reality is
That the path towards
What you tried to cause
Prevented
Just as I had
Originally contended
For your facts had
The truth
Only pretended
Not of my own efforts expended
Nor resources available to be spent for
Yet if not for
The large expensive core
Of your direction
Upon the path of the poor
Surrounded as we all were
By being fully obstructed
In the realm of real justice
For Christmas this
Is that which
Never could have come
The way you gave it
Yet the orange flavour
The fabric made for
Cake baked because
My word not a pauper's
In social mores for you tasted
Love have I not this Christmas wasted