"A Poem for A New America"
I must admit that baseball's boring, Basketball's no fun.
Hockey's just one step away from using gattling guns.
Football's too demented, Tennis & Golf? Passe;
There's really only one sport left that says, "the American way."
Torture- there's a man's game, although it's hard to see.
It's not the kind of spectacle they'd broadcast on TV.
But even so, one can fantasize just what it would be like
To burn a little human flesh or puncture it with a spike.
Don't balk! The Romans did it, and we should emulate
The lessons that they left behind that made them truly great.
Americans--you've become girlie-men, you flinch at tough decisions,
Like poking someone's eyeballs out or making deep incisions
With rusty blades or bayonettes. How 'bout stripping them nude?
That way, we can taunt their religion. Fuck 'em if they think were rude.
I'm proud to be an American, cause it means I can own a gun,
And if people don't think it's right, I can shoot them just for fun.
So in a recent Reuter's article, our best friends, the British, accuse us of major human rights violations. "Grave human rights violations," in fact, "against prisoners in Guantanamo Bay, Afghanistan and Iraq." Big deal. If they weren't guilty, they wouldn't be there, and since they're guilty, they're fair game.
The British! Bah. They lost their empire and now they're play spoilsport because we're finally enjoying ours.