At this moment, I'm currently most thankful
for all of us getting through lunch without killing each other.
I cringe as the elder makes outlandish statements while
the ruler clutches his napkin and curses him in silence.
I was this close, (of course you can't see it but I'm
gesticulating nearness) to taking the turkey knife
and just flinging it at all of you. Except for grandpa.
Because he's the only sane person at this table.
And of course the only one with manners.
Can you people have the decency to ever be polite?
I used to curse as little as I slept, but look at me now.
Still sleep deprived, but what a wide range of vocab.
It's only cause you've all gotten me so flustered, so much.
Clearly oblivious to life outside of the petty differences
you can't even remember clearly, you forget to call me out
on sneaking all of my food to the dog. Or maybe you
just don't say anything because there's
no point in yelling over such little acts.