A Year of Bad Poetry

(from Tuesday, November 25, 2008)

Happy days are here again,

Time for joy and thanksgiving.

Hedonistic tendencies,

Feasting on delicacies

Of both nature and flesh.

The struggle of early American man

Forgotten by the quest from respite.

Joyous that we have one day to call our own.

Thanks overflowing.
One day of giving, each year,

Ladling soup to the less fortunate

Satiating my moral guilt.

Doing my part,

Just like the pillaged Indians.

History softened over time,

Packaged for the young,

A magicians slight-of-hand,

Seeing what you want to believe.

-DJ Nezz