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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