America

America

Oh America.
The land of the free.
Where the dumbass can do

whatever he wants to do.
And the honey from the bees is left
freezing in the combs,

as snow comes
to cover with a hushed whisper,
a tear,
and a silent prayer,

for the relentless tides.
Oh America.

The land where topsoil
is a legitimate topic of conversation,
and cheese means as much to people
as other people,

you shine your light
in some of the most fucked up
places of all time,

your glowing cock guiding the way
for us to follow
to some dumb ass
hotel complex

so we can jerk each other off
while playing pictionary,
because the normal way
is boring
and doesn’t so directly involve
our penises.