Lee
America was passing by, A ball cap covering thin hair And ugly dull tattoos About his arms. The son was jacked And only ate the freshest bucks. He cooked with fire, Not like the weakling women he despised Except when he demanded fucking. But o, mother could have been My botox baby, Her blonde sorority cascades Unfurling down her sculpted back, Her chest enhanced beyond all movement, Eyes like gothic paintings Following everybody everywhere. Ain't no doubt, God bless the USA. - 6/26/26