Thanksgiving

------------ by Kissyfish



Here comes the knife

Sinking deeper into my own flesh

My life is rife

with similar symbolic gesturesWhen I was just a little gobbler

A-clingin to my daddy's wattle (?)

One by one they took my friends away

I guess this is indicative of what's happening to me



== I'm going down swimming in gravy

(whoa whoa)

I'm swimmin around but I'm not in the Navy

(whoa whoa)



Now I'm alone

and as naked as the day I was hatched

and I prefer stuffing to potatoes

but nobody asked

smothered in the blood of cranberries

listening to bad conversation

about all the kids and the things that they did

And Uncle Ron's constipation



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Now it's time to listen to another story from Uncle Norm...





Well, y'know, last year Uncle Ray asked me to goes fishin' with him up by

the pond where he claims he caught a fish this one time as big as those

Port-a-Potties that you piss in at the fair. I said, "Hey, Ray, you don't

know your butt from a hole in the ground half the time, but I'll goes fishin

with you." Well, we musta been fishin for hours, and I was getting pretty

hungry, and Ray doesn't care, eh? Til he reaches down into the cooler, pulls

out this thing wrapped in tinfoil, turns out to be a hot dog. I say, "Hey,

Ray, how about somma that hot dog, huh?" And Ray gets this funny look in

his eye like I've never seen before and he says, "You want some hot dog?

I'll give you some hot dog!" And the next thing I know he's got my pant

down around my ankles and he's doin things to me I'm too embarrassed to

talk about! Well, needless to say, that was the last time me and Uncle Ray's

goes fishin.





Here comes the knife

and I'm one step closer to eternity

My whole life

For a chubby suburban family

Well I've done all the things that I oughta

And soon on angels' wings I'll fly

And I'm going to go to where the good turkeys go

To that big Thanksgiving dinner in the sky

where I'll sing



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And I ain't paying for nothing I can get for free