Thanks

I likely should discuss thanksgiving here
And fellowship, and joy to all mankind.
I should revile those who are resigned
To parsimony, enmity and fear,
While lauding those who, far away and near,
Spread love and happiness where they can find
Occasion. I should love the good and kind
And sing their praises so that they can hear.
But wherefore should I be predictable
And choose my sides by what others affect?
I know it may not be traditional
But I choose for myself, and I elect
To say, despite thanksgiving, I am full
Of angst and ire, and therefore imperfect.