Dear Mark

Dear Mark,

Congratulations!

You have made it one week

You grinded out a poem a day 

You let it brew all day in your mind

You found a form

You wove the threads together 

You stitched into a literary tapestry

You spent late hours to polish it

You spent early hours to post it

Finally you zombie walked to bed

However here you are in church

Writing this note

Today is your Thanksgiving meal

You have not gone to bed

At the same time as your wife

For a week now

So please finish this

Please post this

Eat some cranberries, stuffing, and pie

Go to bed with your wife tonight 

Love Mark, your lonely, thankful, and horny self