A Love Poem for the end of the American Empire, or Fuck You, Obama, I’m getting my ass laid.

Now. here’s something fascinating
my paycheck’s shrinking but my heart is growing
larger, when I look into
your hungry eyes.

You talk too much, you know it
the world is sliding off it’s own edge
we should be bangin’
apocalypse sex out there.

Falling in love against the decline
and fall of our American empire
The country’s flat broke
but my heart is bursting with gold.

Fuck Obama, fuck the forty-seven
fuck the drones and fuck the whole gay thing.
Fuck anything you want
just as long as you fuck me soon.

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