Thanksgiving Day: A poem 

Did I not know that Turkeys 

are large birds with the smallest brains? 

I never ever even bought Turkey cold cuts 

Yet sometimes I feel like cold Turkey  

from my discretion, aloofness, strangeness 

Some people think I have a frog’s ambivalence 

But I wouldn’t want to be kissed by a rose in the rain 

I know who is my Princess, Queen and Goddess 

I know we are kept apart by the devious 

Coming back to Turkeys, how flightless are they? 

How come the Turkiye on the world map looks like 

a large dick waiting to fuck Europe! 

Has it given up its pursuit of EU! 

I am not even thinking that I need to fly to the US 

even if I were a flighting bird 

because I just don’t seem to like democracies and plebiscites. 

You can say God only prefers his own Kings, not the hustings! 

I don’t think I would even settle for a Sultanate 

I lost my Mother’s land of the Middle East to that fucking Mohammad! 

And do you think I should believe that Gabriel/ Idriss appeared to Mary! 

This is not where my Orient Express stops! 

Unlike China that wants to bridge the world with its railway! 

Does Xi Jin Ping believe in Communistic atheism; and still believe in the gods of Freemasonry! 

I don’t hear about Deep Seek anymore! 

It’s okay, there’s more multidimensionalism in silvery silence 

I am just talking all that gold of God; 

And he didn’t get any Thanks! Not even on Thanksgiving Day!  

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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