Thanks

Thanksgiving,

giving thanks.

throwing childish pranks

on family members.

when will it end? never.

because its a time for,

getting together or,

in mycase, doing work `cause

"I've got poems to write" was

my goal for the year

the end is almost here,

and I ain't got s**t done.

I've been having too much fun

writing books and

playing music in the band.

So, when its time to sit

at the table, i wont throw a fit

because my muse is my life

happiness and strife

makes me a better writer

the longer it makes me a fighter,

face it, life sucks, s**t happens,

but the fire of your life, you cant let it dampen.