You Essay
Freedom for the patriots,
soap for the cleanpokers and prodders,
wanters and yellers we
are not an orderly bunch.
It would be easier to
funnel your genomes through a
collander than to cal-
culate just what sort of
thing is a country
A fiction, a haystack of
gathered wishes, a false fish
The self-proclaimed spend their
days singing to a festive rag
worshipping a god that
no one can agree upon
collecting bumper stickers
proclaiming what they hate
I know you want to kill me;
the time will come soon enough
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