A TOOTHPICK

What is that in my tooth? I can’t seem to shake it loose. It must be a piece of turkey left over from my dinner, not making me thinner, but I do feel like a winner. It is driving me crazy. I’ve gotta get it out. I need a toothpick. I need a toothpick. I need a toothpick. I need a toothpick. Does anyone have a toothpick?

“Son, calm down, I have a toothpick.”

Thanks Dad! But don’t you think it’s kinda sad
That in America with everything we have
Thanksgiving becomes and hums along with a brief once-a-year recognition
Like an ignition that we start up and turn off as soon as we warm up
To the idea that we have been blessed and no sooner do we forget
About those 799 million that go to bed hungry, every night, every night
Every night, we lose sight of the reality that we have the privilege to sit down at a table. Because I’m able, my family’s stable, I even get to sit beside Aunt Mabel.
Who’s been praying for me since I was a little kid, despite the things I did.

Well, dinner’s over and I’m full from my meal
So sit back, don’t relax, let me take a moment to reveal
The symbol of American comfort is a small wooden toothpick
Please pay attention my intention is for this to stick.

While we use a toothpick to remove excess food from between our teeth
Take some time this thanksgiving to help the person living under life’s table who’s willing to pick up what’s left beneath.

BOUNCE

So anyway, just when you think you’re unique
You see another guy bouncing the same red dodge ball down the same street
Between his knees and his feet, Wait, we even got the same sneaks
Well maybe not, that’s a bit of an exaggeration.
Dodgy dodge balls in an a mirror like situation
Couldn’t even draw this one up on play station
But who knew that after Tai food we’d see another red dodge ball dude

Yeah, I am serious we just came out of the thrift shop
I bought a pair of pants, a shirt, some shorts and dodge ball to top it off.
I didn’t actually buy the ball, but I stood next to the guy who did
He’s a friend of mine nice enough to spot it, pick it up and buy it for his kid.

Ok so what the point of the story, your startin’ to bore me
The point is, as random as two red dodge balls on the same street may be.
Your only as unique as the guy standin’ next to me.
Bounce, Bounce, Bounce