America The Beautiful

I have loved you since I first caught wind of your beauty,

In backyard baseball barbeques on 4^th of July nights.

I thought I was in love with your amending perfection.

As you slid your fingers of freedom across my poor and huddle masses,

teaching my then virgin ears that acceptance was alluring.

Oh baby I know we are going through some tough times of tense terroristic moments,

but I wish you wouldn’t forget the words that you taught me to live by

as you presented me with your beautiful Bill of Rights breasts tenderly,

and promised you would always be there.

But it seems we hit a bit of a dry spell somewhere between twin tower retaliation

and middle eastern mayhem that is tearing this marriage apart.

But love, I thought you would be fine after the 8 year Bush

that was filled with STD oil policy’s and patriot act puss was shaved off,

leaving a clean cut of change.

You whispered Yes We Can into my ear every night.

Remember?

Giving me the blue balled background to The Stars and Bars,

as I fantasized about making sweet love between libertarian sheets

gazing over your seductive social equality that accentuated your curves.

And at first my dearest I thought we fixed our problems,

that we could call off the councilor and continue to happily coexist

after those couple constitutional compromises.

Like that time I had to bail your car out, or put money in your bank account?

But now love you have broken my heart and you tear us apart,

cheating on me with the NDAA, and you pepper sprayed peaceful protesters

who just wanted to gaze upon your beauty the way,

I once did.

Have your forgotten your promise my love?

That you would always be there.

Be there.

Be there, at my bedside

when I was violated by viruses of vindictive abridges to my rights

nursing me back to health.

Be there, after our midnight fights that ended in smashed China against the wall

that you allowed because you loved me and understood

that the freedom to disagree with the thing that grants you freedom

is the most compassionate love.

Have you forgotten my love?

Have you forgotten me?

Have you forgotten your promise?

Because I will never forget the way you are supposed to be,

underneath this bipolar political veil that hides the true beauty of your core,

and I can only hope that one day you come back to me the way you were before.