A christmas poem...

Lou Reed
in a picture frame
and
I’m talking to the pope
on a speakerphone,
he’s lecturing me
on the finer points
of ex-communication.
I’d go ahead and hang up,
if only I hadn’t been
brought up so well.


******Bonus 2nd poem*********


Happiness is nothing to scoff at
and ignorance is not a must,
to feel the bliss of life,
we must only smile at the sun
The future is the microchip,
said 1930 to 1957