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Thanksgiving: The Day After
Be aware. Come alive. Be prepared for the level shift. Be the explosion you want to hear.
Thank you for liberty as license in excess to make us fat and stupid
like turkeys portrayed as what they are not but they taste sweet like the memory of what we lost
God Bless us for being a nation of assholes in every country where they don't celebrate what we have
lied ourselves into believing was representative of our gratitude
where irony is the cranberry sauce and the gravy lines the arteries of our super highways in the portable mashed potatoes of wide load bodies yearning to be free
where our children are pierced with navel rings and tongue studs the one hidden in folds of flesh and the other hardening Daddy's fat cock while mom cruises the aisles of the open 24 hours Giant supermarket in a Valium haze
searching
I been searching
I been searching every day
and generating vipers like The Bible in hiphop done by Snoop Dog and dressed by Diddy and available in Spanish and Braille for those who need to touch what they can't feel and joined at the hip to the country we fought to achieve independence from who never stopped running the show and who joins us now in another nation where death is the technicolor dream coat
and we like it better from behind with a reach around than we do on our backs and looking into the face of the rapist who made sure that the only people walking on the sea of Gallilee are Palestinians running too fast to sink
Yeah, I got your gratitude swinging I got your illuminated text and the bloated bodies that Rumi might have mentioned if he had been Nostradamus instead
or Nosferatu in the White House where they don't get mentioned
We hold these truths to be
we hold these dark woods and serial killer drop zones in the ice plants along the sides of California freeways to be self-evident.
I wish I had a country to love
I wish I hadn't died in the loading zone
I wish I had not shit in one hand and wished in the other
I wish
I wish
I wish
we thank you lord for these blessing we are about to conceive indivisible with no kind of fucking justice
in thrall to the Homeland Security pigs in the hall.
(there was another Thanksgiving that wasn't on Thanksgiving where my Mom made me hotdogs because the chili the family was having for dinner on the night I got back from the hospital was too spicy for my 12 year old stomach ulcer that I got because someone was so angry and cruel that I burned my insides out
I lost it
for awhile before
I even knew it was there
my health
my life
my heart broken inside
I cried
I wept
I died
My father called me a special privileged character
he whipped me like a dog
that's what I got for Thanksgiving
that's what I got
that's what I got for Thanksgiving every day
and he was a soldier for life in the army that protected the land of fat blessings for which Thanksgiving is the day before shopping is celebrated and the day after the two day wait to shop)
Suffering and succotash cartoons and life animated characters poping up out of the sidewalk and one of these days
one of these days
"ba ba bada ba bada 'bing' that's all folks."
cartoon spiral sucked back into the real spiral
"buddha budda budda" said the machinegun scream
"Down on your knees!"
"Good grief, it's Daddy!"
For these gifts we are about to receive from a god that looks like John Wayne Gacy in a clown suit on a bed of clouds with handcuffs
Thanksgiving
we thank you god for the rain of fire that we richly deserve more for the fundies and missionaries than we do for the porn
What does it take to paint sugar water under the eyes of starving black children for photo-ops in a Banana Republic Safari Suit?
the same thing it takes to be in charge of exploited children the same kind of photo-op of men congratulating themselves for killing half a million people so that their buddies in supply and demand can make enough weapons to defend the bottom line
I am thankful on Thanksgiving that I am not you and grief sticken too that you are a part of me
Here in the pumpkin pie wilderness of the land of the free.
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