Thankless Thanksgiving

When you ask me how I am

I urge you to want to know,

When I don’t know where to sit

Don’t beckon me, then go,

When I ask you a question

Try to see the answer in my eye

When we raise our glass “salute!”

Why-hollow and joyless; do you inhale your drink,

And scamper off before pie?

 

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