No Thank You

A liveblog poem

On this Thanksgiving day
In front of the Macy's Thanksgiving 
Day America Fuck Yeah Parade
I am here to say 
No thank you
I'm not feeling it
I don't want a tasting bite
I don't have the stomach for the lies today
I don't want Hoda and that other lady telling me 
as his balloon floats by
that Ronald McDonald will be stopping by local franchises 
to thank employees for their hard work
on Thanksgiving
I don't want Al Roker introducing the Peacock float
Extolling the virtues of its streaming content
As its electronic head swivels its electronic eye
Surveilling the crowd standing in the rain 
Telling them what to buy and watch and cheer for and be
No thank you, Macy's Thanksgiving Day Interpellation Parade
Not today
What am I most thankful for today, Al Roker?
I know you were asking Cynthia Erivo
But let's say you were asking me
And to your question I say
No thanks
But also thank you for reminding me of what you did
in the White House that one time
And also what the fuck are we doing
Yes we should we be in the streets
But we shouldn't be helping the corporations sell themselves
We should be saying no thank you in the streets
And we should be saying it to the asshole New York never liked
The asshole who wanted to be the richest man in Manhattan
The asshole who didn't pay his workmen or keep his promises
The asshole who just pulled the biggest con
Again
And to all the assholes eager to help him sell
himself, lies, and America, for parts
We should be in the streets saying No thank you
To the social media moguls flying their private jets to Mar a Lago
To the billionaires selling us 
Out
Instead, understandably, for now, we're home
Being thankful for each other
Being scared for each other
and of each other 
Being angry
Watching this stupid fucking parade
Tomorrow let's say no thank you
No thank you to the Robber Baron in Chief 
who never really even baroned but just went straight to the robbing
No thank you to this parade liveblog poem even
And sorry for the cursing