Thanksgiving

The day we take

Time away

From complaining

That our computer isn't fast enough

That our closet isn't

Big enough

That the waitress failed

To notice

That our drinks were empty

That our garage isn't clean enough

That our paycheck isn't

Large enough

That our workload is

Increasing

And our boss is hard to please

That our car isn't new enough

Our waistline

Doesn't shrink enough

The days are short

The nights are shorter

And filled with too much

Stuff

Just one day

In all the year

To forget such dire needs

And pretend that we believe

Enough's enough