(Not my best poem. This was definitely an early one. I stand by what it’s talking about though. Not sure what I meant by the 3rd and 4th lines. Oh, Labor Day! Got it. Don’t think I knew how that holiday worked when I wrote this.)
It has devoured the poor turkey
And smashed the jack o’lanterns.
Taking earnings from the workers
On their single day of honor.
Slipping into firework shows
As if it is right around the corner.
Soon it will be with soldiers
On the days we bless their acts.
Of our great leaders of the past.
A savage skinning of its brother
The bunny had no chance.
Clothed in green with hints of red
It will drink with Irish fervor.
Absorbing the day of love
That so closely shares its greed.
Nobody will ever notice
When it cooks the oracle hog.
All minor days will fall with ease.
This bully has no heart.
A mutant of its former self.
Merry Christmas all year long.