Skidding to a halt the bike
knew was coming, and did
not deign to share, the knowledge,
We learned, precognition has a price.
Doubt not least of these.
I scraped my knees, my toes
Stained the street like a rose
That only just began to bud.
All it took was a little blood,
and a slice of Pride, to sate
It’s jealousy and hate, for a boy,
Enjoying his toy.
I assumed a devil wanted me
To bleed, you see, because
I sure wasn’t blaming Santa Claus!