In 1991 I set sail for america
The indians came ashore and handed me
guns peanuts in a glass dish at a bar
beer cans and the new england patriots
I'm not vegan or gay like all of my
friends Americans have no excuse
I must consume potato chips
and beers and women and raw steak
and lay in the sun drunk.
Trace the veins of your tree with my
irradiated water mother Her excuse
stumbles and my perfect glass life chips
My cousin joins the Navy and hits the bar
with all of his friends They are patriots
My grandmother tells me I don't belong to america
when her true grandson is overseas at the bar Me?
My i-teeth are not hers so she readies her steak
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