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Poetry

America.

I was dancing through hula hoops
one summer day
i found myself in foolishville
gaia code’s say
that you can’t do it this way
out of her way
you can’t pretend this is your way
if you don’t play.

so now you’re stranded
what does that mean?
just stranded
like an American teen.

so we’ll go to Mexico
pick up some drugs
like the Miller kids
or the Brady bunch.
and now we’ll kill the shit
with gasoline
You know what i mean!
i’ll turn the tub on
to care for our burns
it BURNS!

your turn.

so now you’re stranded
what does that mean?
just stranded
like an American teen.

I’m an American Girl now
drinking whiskey and vodka
out of stolen tiny bottles now
stoned and my collective is “shots now”
don’t sweat now.
we flirted and he hurted
til he let us run away
with all the alcohol we could sway–
from the man
from the man
from the man

DO NOT HURT THE MAN.
they said as they locked the little girl
up in a box under your bed
and said swell,
i do tell
what of men and women now?
do tell?
they are trying.
let’s keep them down a little longer,
by telling
them
that calling
them
out is the best thing in the end.

WE WANT OUR END
in the end,
we win.
just remember we win.
in the END.
no matter what you FUCKING do.
we win.