Happy Thanksgiving
I miss the idea of you
I miss the idea of this day meaning anything
It hasn’t meant a thing for so long I forgot it existed
Happy Thanksgiving
I’m sure you’re happy with her and your
Menagerie
My own are happy so that’s what matters
My own feelings not withstanding
I miss the idea that days would have meant more with you
But as it is my destiny seems to be living in pain and poverty
At least it sounds like a catchy novel title
Pain and Poverty
Happy Thanksgiving
I’m going to work
And I hurt
And I wish I wasn’t
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