Gravy

You just said...

You never said.....

You told me that you passed the stuffing.

What stuffing?

The Thanksgiving innards. The kind roasted inside a silly white sacrificed beast

Where's your manners?

Manners?! Cutthroat

Gnaw my bones, check the stars, pick my all alone battle

I choked on the wishbone you stole for me. Now it's yours... Again you score

Let's bow our heads and hide, say our prayers with a little peach luck inside

You gotta lotta drink inside you, girl

Better let it lay low and stabilize you(!), YOU, the girl

For real, my tongue is sick

It's stretched on a stretcher in a straight jacket form of stitch

I'm a maze, turkey table, pass the gravy, coat me

It's how you play to make my mind disown me

Let's pause, tongue twister men

Dinner's dead, back alive, realigned

Give me clock,

Give me breath,

Give me gravel fists instead

You wanna wish!