Love Poem: I HAD a Dream...Why I hate Amerika

I had a dream:
a guy named Pod
chewed off my ear:
3 girls, each dear
he planned to meet.

He grinned, I only
walked with him
because I'm lost
he knows the way
or so I thought..

I tried to go where I was going
on my own
I don't know where:

the path was blocked,
a sheet of plastic here
a cliff way over there.

Others came the other way;

I tried to went
but efforts to a place unknown
were badly bent

the fabric of my space/time warp

were badly rent.

And so I asked
this guy named Pod
where he was going
and he said
to meet 3 girls,
I'm good in bed.

We walked along,
he grinned and gloated:
he was 18
his skin was smooth
his smile fixed
was this the path
was I on time?

Can I rely on only rhyme

to find my way?

I hate this country
I rise and say;
goddamn the the good old USA.

It spoiled my dream
of liberty
of brotherhood
in the land of the free.

I dream of going along with Pod,
the man-boy with the golden rod.
He bragged of his skills
of his prowess with girls
and I shrunk inside
and he told me this:
I'm exceptional;
I'm every girls' bliss.

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