Stuffed faces with eyes bigger
Than their guilt forget to thank the diseases the pilgrims brought.
Rape and pillage have no place in poems,
Ghostly men have ghastly children.
We all eat eat eat.
Feed feed feed.
Grace your tables and face your partners,
Drink drinkdrink
I used to wonder why we had to tell everyone what
we were thankful for. We already know:
Uncle Paul thanks business
Uncle Saul thanks his mistress
And Uncle Sammy thanks me.
Does dry turkey mean bad intentions?
I act like it's Pesach and keep the door open
and wine in his glass. Was he there
when the women were piled upon
like loose footballs?
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