American Girl

I love you, American girl, even though
          you can’t spell aluminium,
          or colour, foetus, sanitise,
          you don’t know what a biscuit is,
          or how to use a roundabout.
American girl, I know it’s hard,
to change your ways, to let go of the past.
 
I love you, American girl, even though
          your portions are all super-sized,
          you’re sugar spooned in every meal,
          you’re all fast food and fizzy drinks
          and globalised obesity.
American girl, I know it’s hard,
to tame temptation, those endorphin hits.

I love you, American girl, even though
          you always have to interfere,
          maintain control, protect the wealth,
          regardless of the final cost,
          in Vietnam, the middle east.
American girl, I know it’s hard,
to see beyond self-interest’s blinding light.

I love you, American girl, even though
          you went to your old high school and
          shot fourteen random people with
          a semi-automatic gun,
          then blew a hole through your own head.
American girl, I know it’s hard,
to live with what you’ve done, to tell the truth.

I love you, American girl, even though
it might destroy us both.

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Wolfgar Miere

Thu 14th Feb 2019 13:42

I guess that's what you call an unhealthy but "special relationship"

So good to see an anti-valentines poem, and a very good one to boot.

David

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Joe Williams

Thu 14th Feb 2019 13:24

One for Valentine's day. You can decide for yourself whether or not this is a love poem. 'American Girl' was originally published in Strix Issue 3 last year.

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