hammeroftruth

Hey so guys, you know I’m not one to write poetry.  But I wrote one today.  I was thinking about love, so I wrote one about the woman I love.  I know, I know, very sensitive of me.  But don’t worry, I’m not going soft.  I’m not talking about my non-existent wife, or any other woman.  You know if I had one, I would show my love by allowing her to make sandwiches and knit blankets, and other activities women enjoy (Man, aren’t they just the strangest things?  What kind of people enjoy things like that?).  I’m writing about a different woman.  That woman is America.  Here it is:

To my dearest America, I must confess to you

That I am in love, that much is true

And I know those feelings are requited

You love me too, you cannot fight it

When I am with you, I want to get on my knees

And work and work, till I please

Then I will be showered with hot love

All over my face, a shot from above

You are not always easy, you can be very hard

And your land is so big, I have to be on guard

But I take you all inside of me, the rewards are far too great

With you I bathe in golden showers; America you are my soul mate

There it is guys, tell me what you think!

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