we are bad
we are stifled, we are unable
when it comes to thanksgiving
we are all stuffed with shit and
saffron, stupid turkeys
sitting round the table, as we fold
our hands aunt mable says: give than ks
and how we resent this
and what is more
we say what you never hear from the poor
in warm clothes and heated homes
shielded from the storm that's blown
half the world we way
we say:

i'd be more grateful
if i had something to be thankful for