Thanksgiving
JINGLES
[Verse 1]
What threads my mind through arson smoke
Through tournaments of knock knock jokes?
Through working life and nodding slow
Through private kinks and public flow?
[Verse 2]
Through copper fawns and sterling heights
Through menu screens on silent nights?
[Verse 3]
Through spinster jazz and pinko cliques
Through bibleheaded culture kitsch?
Your borrowed pain and sophomore style
Your patron saint of one more mile?
[Verse 4]
Your marquee mood and bogus lurch
Your stainless hope and theory church?
Your bootleg milk and tender bust
Your goo goo ga ga dada dust?
[Verse 5]
What threads my head through applesauce
Could deadname Yahweh's albatross
Could bite my speech like uncut lime
And still give thanks ahead of time