Making Everywhere Great Again

They're here. Oh, God, Americans, a bus
Filled up with aging fatties. Each is armed,
And many waddle doggedly from face
To face to ask, “Why cain't you speak
No English?” They're not here for local
Foods. They'll be buying hamburgers.
They'd rather not learn anything about
The place to which they've come. They've
Never had much use for school. They plop
Themselves down on the sand and loudly
Talk. They point and laugh. To summon
Waiters, they shout, “Boy!” They're
Pleased to have been able to bless
This benighted place with all the
Traits which have endeared Americans
To no one I have known.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-09-12 at 16:41

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This is funny.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
You've captured it! That is the exact image of Americans overseas. It's awful because there are so many nice Americans, but this is exactly how they are perceived. And, pointing fingers at the locals demanding things in English from people who don't understand them. "Doesn't anybody here speak American? Trump's America! Great, isn't it?