Written by Lilith Raymour
You expect me to just sit here
Have opinions shoved down my gullet
Like you shovel mashed potatoes
Into your mouth
During yet another one of your
Thankless
Thanksgiving dinners?
That stance
Is no winner
But if you insist
While we sit
In providing
Your little lectures
Worth less than two bits
You can do
To your own tail
What you did
To your turkey’s
Stuff it
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Lilith Raymour
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