Tear Open My Chest to See Uncle Sam's True Colors

Tear Open My Chest to See Uncle Sam's True Colors

Tear Open My Chest to See Uncle Sam's True Colors

I pledge allegiance to the sweet nectar between the statue of liberty's legs.

To the red, white and blue stars and stripes that consume my body.

I promise that the pursuit of my heart will out weigh the ideals of my green filled phallic mind.

I will contain my lust for plowing the New York City cabs with my existence.

I shall withhold my urge, for aimlessly Pollacking my white seed, on the stomach of the Brooklyn bridge.

This is dedicated to the girls I loved and to the girls I really loved.

I can't cook.

I can't grill on the fire escape of a Manhattan apartment.

But, But I can clean.

Clean up the mess that Uncle Sam left all over your heart.

FIN.