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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