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Thanks!

Thanks;
it's been quite a year,
it flew on by.

Now it's that time again;
...to show our appreciation.

So...thanks;
thanks for nothing, that is.

Thanks for the food that disappears tomorrow,
thanks for the poverty and all the sorrow.
Thanks for making my rent run dry
...and sending our future into the sky.

By the way,
thanks for making my mother cry.

Thanks alot for the black eye
...and all the stress related violence that didn't have to be.
It really gives life new meaning.

Thanks for every tear I've cried,
thanks for caring if I die;
I know that if I get sick you'll really care.
Don't stare!
I've got no money anywhere.

Thanks for that, by the way.
The get sick and pay,
It's good way to deplete the population.
You guys really have a heart.

Don't pout, this ain't no guilt trip.
I know you don't care a bit.

You'd only cry if you dropped your wallet.
Thanks for inventing wallets, by the way.
They really save the day.
For whom though?

If we only had some dough,
we'd pay with cookies.
Now that's a way to live
...if you ask me.

Where was I?
Oh yeah...
Thanks!

Thanks for nothing, that is.

People only thank you if you give them something.
What have we got to say thank you for?

We give you everything,
you ask for more,
we ask for something,
we get the door.

Thanksgiving is misleading;
no one gives a hoot
...and for everyone that's giving,
no one gets the loot.

What can one expect?
The day is based on lies,
the pilgrims and all their crimes
are rewarded with a holiday.

Do the natives eat their turkey on this day?
Do the natives say thank you for forgetting us?
Taking our land from us?
Tainting our history?

Do real Americans eat turkey?
I doubt it.

Thanks for corrupting our food, by the way.
Thanks for destroying our water supply
...and all the crimes that you deny.

It gives daily life a certain charm,
all this harm.

Thanks for putting our lives in danger,
blaming it on strangers while you eat your caviar.

Can you not see the hypocrites that you are?
Are your mirrors broken?

I cannot find a single thing to be thankful for.
In the meantime, I hope the store accepts these cookies.

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