It’s Thanksgiving Day,

I’m waiting in line just to get some food in my stomach

when a man approaches me right when I get to the front of the line,

and it was then that I knew all the food was gone.

I have 2 nickels and a dime and a quarter in my pocket.

Walking around with an empty wallet I stole

to make myself look for rich.

Trying to find a home to rest my head at night,

I walk all the way around to the Anacostia River

and sit on the bench right next to the water at about 12:01 a.m.

It’s a little chilly and the wind blows lightly through my hair.

I light my seventeenth cigarette in just 2 hours

and start to inhale the ghost of pain until I die of hunger.