A shrill followed by a cornless pop!
Dogs retort like a report’s echo
and I’m so glad to be and American
but I forgot my flag pin
you will forgive me, yes?
There’s a beer in the cooler—
made in America (a foreign corporation
wants to by) I’ll have one too.
A rocket’s red glare lights the sky
over my neighbor’s roof
but he’s been doing peach gigglers
since late afternoon
and “oh shit, hope their house is okay”
is all he can say…
The Boss is blaring on speakers.
Makes you almost want to cry
out loud the way some people sing off key
but are the only ones who don’t know it.
Giggler guy just ran by in his wife's thong
as the sky lights him up
like-a-strobe-light.
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