Never amounted to much

Never raised myself,
beyond TV and beer

Contemplated suicide more than once,
confessed my sins to a false god,
stole money from the offering plate

Took an oath
I never intended to uphold

Held firm to the red flag,
then the black,
then a star speckled one,
I couldn’t care less

Dipped in madness,
and fooled in believing
I was privileged

Stomped the shit out of a refugee,
saw poverty as a result of laziness

Never had a real home
or a people

as an American


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