Next Year
turkeys thoughts about the 25th leary
hurry to the corner
huddle close togther
with minds togther
jerking their brains fiercly
thinking about the fruit and berries
pupils thats already seen the axe
bloodshead
from their closest turkey relitives
and again with brains jerked around to the max
you can hear the cry's of clucking
I think I hear
faint
next year or somthing
Copyright © Coy Bothwell | Year Posted 2021
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