Cold Turkey For Old Turkeys
Can I be seeing what I think I am seeing?
Those who would have sold their own grandmother,
Before the outbreak,
Now enduring the cold for the sake of the old turkey,
Those whose limbs were so jerky,
Surviving on beef jerky for the sake of the old turkey.
And am I seeing yet other turkeys who never met a wild turkey,
That was not liquid in a bottle,
Appearing stone cold sober for the sake of one old turkey.
If this happening then, those who refuse to let any Turkey feel the cold,
Even though for some it could mean they will grow old,
Must be in self isolation and unable to see who is getting cold.
As for the drug lords,
It may be their turn to feel limbs that are jerky,
Now that they have run out of beef jerky,
And no longer able to grab hold of a Turkey.
Now dreaming of places where they turn the Key,
As their only hope, if they want to become an old turkey.
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