Christmas Card

December 24, 1992|By H.B. Johnson Jr.

Away . . .

Way back in a manger,

Society never said:

Hide Harry Johnson

Until he's good and dead.

So the shepherd sits waiting,

Little fire by his side,

for fairness on a camel named


to stop and give him a ride.

There are no caskets

in his story,

No flowers,

Windows people jumped out.

No S&L heart attacks . . .

Just a fight with pain and dope;

He has won that bout.

So here's a Christmas card

Sent from the darkness of

The Maryland Pen:

The poor shepherd cannot get out,

But the dope keeps getting in.

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