Giving Thanks - Poem by Blaine Strong
There wasn't a turkey, but plenty of booze
No family either, paint on my shoes
This was supposed to be Thanksgiving but I'm seeing no thanks, remnants of roaches on moms broken plates.
Dad said if I wanted food get a job, can I borrow the van dad?
Get your own shit he mutters, tossing me a cold Bavarian ale.
To think I once had my shit together...
It'll get better, she could love you if you'd let her.
No, no, no I'm trying to forget her.
I wish I was a foreigner, I need a pace change steadfast, this flag waving makes me weary.
I sell poems a nickel a pop books a dollar.
I wish I could sell my looks, I wish I were old and grey.
Toronto international, should have been there yesterday...
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