Evils of Thanksgiving

Well, I remember that we were told to blog on the evils of Thanksgiving, and so I will. For some reason as I began jotting down notes for this entry, I wrote the first few in a stanza and then just decided to write it as a poem. I jotted this down in a matter of minutes so please excuse such trivial things as meter, rhythm, rhyme, so on...

We have been instructed
And so I shall obey
To speak of the evils
On this Thanksgiving Day

We did partake of flesh,
Lurid tradition's sake:
Consume another life,
Doth a murderer make

But how shall this relate
To a class such as ours?
'Twas Telfer was it not
That lent her mental powers?

She talked of food at length
She spoke of transience
"Food is surely minor,
With no significance"

How can this claim be made?
Much less upon this date.
I stand here opposed,
With death upon my plate.




Question (Absolutely Unrelated): Would an aesthetic difference between erotica and pornography change a moral view of the subject? Would it be more likely that viewing one would be considered more moral than the other? Or should a class on aesthetics not even broach this subject?