The sugar in American candy is battery acid
rotting teeth down.
Eroding at them like sand dunes until they are
the consistency turns into milk in my mouth.
Y'all is a way to get around
from having to say a clunky phrase.
Spit on my new shoes
and I will use it to scrub my sneakers clean.
If laziness was an extract in a pill bottle
in it would contain Americans,
stuffed into tiny pill capsules.
They say to hate what you can't own.
My hands are taking grasps at all the
phrases and pop culture
to define what is mine.
Let's forget about metric
or how twelve inches equals one foot.
The US is a wafer filled of diabetes
that metric was smart enough not to swallow.
The inner nihilist inside me tells me to play by the rules
written soft enough on paper that
politicians can write over the Constitution.
Crossing out and writing on top of
words now hollowed out of their original meaning;
metal bent enough that it is snapped in two.
This land is your land,
this land is my land.
And it's pretty shitty;
tell us that it is so,
and we can tell you we already know.
Note: This is a work of parody though it has moments of sincerity and is quite different from what I usually write. Just not to confuse people I don't think things on extreme levels of this sort/topic.
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