Fourth of July 2023 Poem

Call me Guy Fawkes that way.

We know how he ended.

But goddamn it, she broke my heart

into a million pieces of fading light

.

We goan roas some weenie

in the fire next time

when that little red roosah

come on home to r oooooost

finally, a revolution

that tastes like chicken,

finger-lickin good.

Mighty White meat.

O say can you see?

.

Pass the dipping sauce.

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