day THREE HUNDRED and EIGHT

choke on it

choke on it

you fat swine

choke on your dead dry bird

and cold gravy

choke on your pumpkin pie

and stuffing

huff your lumpy mashed potatoes

like you huff your gas

do your opioids in the bathroom, honky

while grandma thinks you’re taking a shit

have a heart attack over a football game

bitch at those black players

for taking a knee on some billionaire’s dime

tell me again

how we’re making america great

choke on it, uncle dave

choke on the wishbone that never brought you shit

but your thirty-five year old son

living in the basement

and your daughter doing coke in georgia

choke on it, aunt sarah

as you suck down that broccoli casserole

so you have enough time to make it to the mall

for smart tvs and an iphone x

sit down, cousin bill

let me get you another drink, you soused cunt

or a third helping of this slop we call freedom

choke on your secular holiday, america

fuck you, you pig ignorant shits

as you waddle toward the super hero exits of the cineplex

shove your yams

up your ass while you’re at it

eat the rich

burry the poor

while everyone in between gets a tax hike

for christmas

choke on it, america

suffocate on your hypocrisy

but don’t forget that after dinner mint

so that the rest of the world

doesn’t know

that your soul and your breath

both smell like shit.

--John Grochalski