Thanks To What Poem by Stan Petrovich

'Let us pry, ' wrote James Joyce
in 'The Wake.'
He was never one to fake.
If, and IF, we are lucky enough today to eat,
then it is probably that we cheated
someone along the way.
Those millions who are starving
we give no thanks for
because, like the earth
to this vile generation,
they are expendable
reprehensible- -
how can they live off the fat of the land
without paying taxes
(that GE and the church duck):
they must be too lazy to work
and so too lazy to eat?
Not at all.
I curse those who cheat- -
corporations, churches, lawyers replete.
'First, kill all the lawyers.'
I'll go along with that as well.

But back to Thanksgiving:
Since there is no God to thank
we must put our priorities in rank.
It is phenomenal;
we can only thank the genome
that made the turkey
so tasty.