Given the bird there was a word
Thanksgiving gluttony in living
Too much food sets the mood
Sit and slurp as we belch and burp
Shifting our ass to pass gas
At the end of the day, just throw it away
Let the starving die
It's a lie, eat your pumpkin pie
On Thanksgiving
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