License to…

Carve Some Karma with Your Turkey
 
I’m thankful for
my family and friends,
but even more
I’m thankful for
all those who screwed me over
because it made me
so much stronger
in the end.

Place Your Bottom Dollar
 
Poetry is a license
to lie
 
But if I ever said
what I truly feel
there would be war and hell, baby
 
Don’t ever doubt it
for a second
 
Poetry is a license
to burn
to raze the fields
to bury the dead

These poems are angsty, no doubt. Of course, balance is always best. So, for a happier holiday celebration of words, check out this declaration of thankfulness that appeared a couple years back at Dissident Voice: Happy Holy Days or a Little American Cheer from an Otherwise Incorrigible Grinch

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