A COLD THANKSGIVING

connie and me

The moon is full

The sky is clear

 

At five below zero

Three white tail deer

 

Wait at the crosswalk

And the Stones believe

 

Time is on their side

Yes, it is the sweetest

 

Benefit of being young

Eternally in body and mind

 

Old age, decrepitude

The blindside of disease

 

Stealing the bloom of life

Never occurs to them

 

She’ll come running back

Always, just wait and see

 

So what is the life span of

A deer, Sister, can you hear

 

The fat lady singing, why

Won’t she get off the stage

 

I see you hanging onto

Every word she breathes

 

Begging for cold turkey

Another gravy refrain

 

Maybe an encore, flowers

No matter how much pain

 

You want to continue this fight

Outlast the masked Jesus-type

 

We, too, have seen your miracles

Believe you really could win

 

Pull it off by rope-a-doping

Death to a Sam McGee end

 

But what would happen then

Would you run off with Keith Richards

 

Dump Mr. Bill for Mr. Black

Poor Maggie could lose her meow

 

Go back to mopping floors

At the Polar Cat Lounge

 

In Hell, you wouldn’t want that

We’d rather see you in our dreams

 

Tell stories about the heroics

Of Old Floss the Electric Grandma

 

Who cheated the Reaper into smiling

Stared down the devil himself

 

The toughest daughter-of-a-Mick

Who’s ever shit between two shoes

 

And cashed-in before Christmas

Moanin’ them Worn-Out Blues

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