this past Thanks Giving
thought I was going to
get back that old family feeling
we were just sitting around
the table smacking oh how
I miss grandmas dressing
to explain it wasn't the same
it was beyond depressing
instead of playing the young
ones were arguing over games
calling each other out their names
it felt like the house was going
up in flames mind was racing
so fast to get a thought passed
son where is your mother
does she know you're listening to
a man rapping about sliding
his piece into something
you're too young to do
the fruit is corrupt young
parents are giving up
all I could do is shake my head
after I been fed
say my goodbyes wrap
me up a few pies
a little cobbler on the side
overall I had a good time