Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, happy thanksgiving. I'm about to be chopped up and carved after being cooked too long and stuff and this is the thanks I get for giving. I don't get it. They could eat all this other food on the table, like the greens, a bit greasy but good. The mac and cheese, colon clogging but tasty. The corn pudding, half cooked but sweet. The stuffing, stiff wet bread, but smell like garlic. And some other food groups sure to kill you somehow. But the pride of the night is me. They clap when they see me and smile for days. How about the ham, I know he raises your blood pressure but he means well. Me, I'm just juicy, tasty, and nutricious. Damn, I just wrote my will!

I only exist to die.

It's weird that so many humans think that's normal and okay.

They literally enslaved my kind--

Raised them,

Bred them,

Made them grow fat,

So they could slaughter them and sell them

To people who wanted to stuff themselves.

Sure, they could easily satisfy their hungers other ways

With breads, or potatoes, or greens,

Or literally anything else.

But the holiday demands me.

Well, not me exactly...

My corpse

And all my friends' corpses as well.

Millions of lives for one holiday.

Not human lives, no.

But in what way is a human life

Worth more than a bird's?

Some food for thought.