The Fool

There isn’t a damn thing I would rather
    do than make a fool of you&
     force you alone this Thanksgiving,
                         oh Mother,
             spare me your cruelty
   Just.                  This.                     Once.

Fourteen hours straight
         with you & your poodle I’d like
                            to hang
         maybe Daisy knows
   that’s why she flashes $5000

                at me

I refuse to play this game
              we will never be the same
                 I’d rather exit
                                 stage right
            just in time

   Death and taxes
       are the only promises
                in life


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