Styrofoam Plates

And wonder what we're doing here
The priest won't divulge that fact in his homily and I'll stand up and scream

Thirteen years old in the suburbs of denver
If the mourning remain quiet, you can deck out a lie in a suit but I won't buy it
And I'm thinking of you. I do every year
You're a disgrace to the concept of family
Standing in line for Thanksgiving dinner at the catholic chuch. the servers wore crosses
Through the hole in your belly
When we count all our blessings
To shield from the sufferance plauging the others. styrofoam plates, cafateria tables charity reeks
It's no stretch to say you were not quite a father but a donor of seeds to a poor single mother that