America Americana

Sun, 10/26/2014 - 00:50 -- BenHunt

Meal my America

 My pussy is iced cola

My eyes are blood cherries

The poverty reaks of vanilla

Baseball is mine

The bats and vampires are mine, the slaves are yours

Your segregation is mine

My breast is their steel reveren automobiles

spewing out in fires and leaser failures in my ovaries.

The red of white as Christ died as the blue of stars secret from the erection mount if father washingtons heterosexual mare,

Bleed my mountain down legs of Kansas

Love out oh dieng flame, apple pessimism, McCarthyism, Nationalism and with the crusting of gluten thick custards blood red dark negro black blood oranges.

blood oranges.

Taste with your teeth, speak only with lipstick, speak only with our dazzle,

Out stripes, our moon, our stars, my Oscars,

Look at us together,

As the black shiny neon posted street,

As the Kennedy assignation, as the long eyelashes of female rape,

As we waltz as your pearls drapes your patriot fingers, your domesticated Labradors your glided cigarette cause. I looked into your eyes warm heated nuclear senate seated sweetly safely and soundly swifting television jazz through your pink lemonade laugh.

I kissed your heart, I kissed your mouth. I licked glitter stringed Christmas lights up and down windows.

The trees grew and the disappointment set in,

Your faggot war is your dress and I rape it.

Lick me  Oregon, Fuck me Massachusetts, Mount meI need your timber and steel, cattle, wheat,

 

Pleasure me with your football and fast food and foreign vaccines,

Im crying my lust rushes and gushes lasting and running my magazines up and down my naked body- concentration of my masturbation with aspiration of my priests and ejaculations.

Our bald eagles fly into sludge rivers of their slatter house refuge,

Their immigration laws out weigh cunt manufactures by number

Irrelevant to irrelevant deer and wolf homicide with  help of democratic severity helping hands of mother father sister brother suburbia.

 What have you done Whitman? what have you Mansons? Will you shine out shrine out of the sun waves radio acid were hardwires your America is beautiful pop rock oral candy sex justified by my beauty,

Beauty who fucked the beast, beauty as pornographic June fire sparkles out your wisdom and our dear and elk gun powder rings out into the very hands of Aryan American children burning their patriotic finger tips.

Your trailer park raises smoke out of Heinz ketchup broken glass eating trash out of our cheese fried hard dried deep fried hamburglar, his eyes have lifted countries to crawl and vomit to his speech immediacy.

OT the oil drills, to our lorde and savior Jesus Abraham Lincoln Christ, to our Joseph Smiths and Joseph Stalins , our lovely Thomas Franklin Jefferson Delano Theodore Roosevelts.

We thank our ice cream birthday cake coffins cut with confederate pride stirring lush melting sugar.

Child slaves, adult slaves. As the saluted liberty, your gown white, clean, and It looks satin. It looks as the

ash of snow you as look simple stone.

You look as to if as or was mascara covered g strings, clean crisp beautiful red cherry nipples to salute endless blues. You out stunning everything you are holly wood, you are tan implanted hostile self defiant beauty you are.

How I am your slave and how I love to spit into your eyes and use you?

To over love to hate my America,

As you claim your weapon capitalism penetrates my cliterous screaming in pain, as a cat you are barbed and you forced fornication made my lord and I impure and now our souls have touched and how I scream and cut into my wrist hitting your throat,

I am the rape of America

I am the slave

And you are the product

 

 

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