as one that lives in a country
I do not regard as mine,
I see stupidity like never before
revealed before my saddened eyes,
where April will not be followed
by a May in bloom; just disarray,
though mind you I do not regret
staying away from the disjointed
states of the american planes,
with a puppet without strings
like a Muppet with a fist up
his ring; I would have suffered,
I would though have done something
about it; carried that gun so proudly
sold over a Mexican counter; undoubtedly,
I would have made my mind up,
I would have slaughtered the sheep,
I would have drunk the blood of the
innocent; then made my way home to the
house; without regret
