Thanksgiving

We had a pet slug named
Britney Spears
She left a track wherever she went
She ate the asshole out of the
Thanksgiving turkey
and spoiled Christmas
by flashing a glimpse
We had to kill her
She ate all the plants
We fed her beer and amphetamines
there she died on the Twister fold-out plastic
for her funeral
We dimmed the lights and
burnt cans of smoked oysters.
Now I'm saddened
but I'll survive
If she'd left the turkey alone
she never would have died