4th Down
This fact doesn’t hamper
–the party at all!
Which features
* a creature *
we call Butterball.
A staph-ridden turkey
its carcass: a misery–
–of factory-farmed meat
befouled and be’gristly,
(despite hours spinning in oven rotisserie)
The incumbent host
is stressed, but pretending,
she’s not in the least
by way of attending,
to every last detail
right down to
the platter,
on which bird
–is served–
as if such things matter.
As history shows
that will·ful relations,
will full·y decide–
to guzzle libations,
ostensibly hefted
to those they hold dear,
giving their thanks
with two-barreled beer,
though bro’ likes nouveaux,
at this time of year.
If you can’t
beat ‘em––join ‘em!
And grab you a Bloody’
through Macy’s parade
you’ll be buddy-buddy,
a state that degrades
when footballs are kicked,
since pigskins
can stand in,
for symbolic dicks.
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