James Connoly's Poem: Thanks

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Thanks

Hello there,

My name is James

And I,

I am from this one place that you probably know of,

It’s like always on the news,

We are run by a Fascist Clown,

Apparently were like 100% free,

And we are a pretty diverse group of people

So,

Yeee Hah Boi It’s the United States of A’merica,

Or

Que pasa bro es Estados Unidos de América

Or

Aye bro i suoi Stati Uniti d'America

Or

almuta'anq, laha yanqat alwilayat almuttahidat al'amrikia

As I said, we are a diverse group of people,

And everybody deserves their voice,

No matter their language or race,

Religion or face,

Could you tell that to Mr. Trump and his utter disgrace.

But,

This country is still so special to me,

As special as an aesthetic can of Arizona Green Tea,

Sitting on a Jewel shelf,

Awaiting me…

But the point of this poem,

Is to share my love,

For this country.

And me,

Well I have an eye for flaws,

And I see flaws in this corrupt country,

But I still love it.

To me,

The United States of America is a gusher ready to

explode.

Explode for the bad,

But be tasteful for the good.

I realized one day,

That without this country,

None of us in this room would be where we are,

Or who we are.

Our countries,

Play such a big role in who you are in life,

And for some people that sucks,

But for us in America,

It’s opportunity.

The world screams,

With joy,

With sorrow,

And mixed emotions.

Because in my mind,

We live in hell,

Except,

Satan has nice parts of hell,

And hell-ish parts of hell,

And I am pretty sure we live in the nice part.   

Because this world sucks.

Terrorism,

Disease,

Poverty,

Obesity,

Starvation,

It’s called reality.

But the one thing my country does,

Is shelters us from a big bad world,

As much as they can,

But then that big gusher pops,

And what happens next.  

All of the world’s a stage,

But we aren’t on the stage,

We watch,

Cause we’re spoiled.

Ching Ching

We ain’t all rich spoiled,

But in this country,

We’re socially spoiled.

Covered up from that outside world,

That you haven’t seen,

Everything made to look good-ish,

Not to say we don’t have struggles,

But we have the one thing many do not,

Freedom.

So look at yourself,

And ask,

Where would you be without this country,

And,

What would you be.

It’s interesting.

I live here,

I dream here,

I am here,

I love here.

So thanks America.