A Little Thanksgiving Poem
Posted in Web Stuff on November 26th, 2009 by AstThanksgiving: A Memory of Tomorrows
Mother bakes a pie.
Father preps the bird.
Relatives look on,
with reverence and reserve.
Bill and Jill sneak away
making to the shed out back.
The dog noses near,
and awaits the time to attack.
Cousins pound upon each other
blackening an eye.
People come running
when little Timmy cries.
Grandpa finishes the whiskey
hiding the bottle away.
Grandma pops another pill
to make it through the day.
Father turns his back,
The dog steals the bird.
Mother goes off to “Steve’s”,
saying not a word.
The dog hunches the bird
it stole off to the corner.
Bill hunches Jill.
He’s diseased, but decided not to warn her.
Steve and mother sniff up powder
to make their sex feel better.
Cocaine is the pain
that always makes my mother wetter.
The family convenes
fulfilled and drugged and hungry.
Somehow people overlook dog hair
that made my father so angry.
I get my gun while they feed their faces,
forgetting I’m still away.
This, my friends, is my final note to all
on this joyous Thanksgiving day.
