Should I understand myself to be
The opposite of my birthright?
Is that what you believe?
Is that what you see?
Should I understand that your loyalty
Is based on opposing me?
Fight the Cunt!
But my cunt is pretty damn American
Perhaps less so than you might find
At confederate patrionationalist meetings
I’ll stick to my queer communist orgies
We have socialized condoms
I spent most of my life
“putting my queer shoulder to the wheel”
I'm finding myself busted
Burned out on being the devil
Forgive me, America
But friends don’t make friends drink leaded water
Though I hear pipeline water is quite delicious
Who wants to take the first swig?
I call not it
I’d rather socialize giving a fuck
Oh fuck it, Mr. Rogers is dead
Now what do we do with the blood on our hands?
I sold my soul for rent and a pack of cigarettes
And maybe someday, we’ll find the cure for imperialism
But today, I just want to stop dreading the black hole
Another two years of hell battle
Also in the match: let us give a big welcome to the last hell battle!
It’s fine, it’s fine. Quicksand’s a good look for you
It goes with your eyes
When they’re searching for Syria on a map
You’ll find it, dear
So long as you scroll past Yemen
And let the Tories tell you what it means
To be an American
Stay free, America
And blame it on the millennials