American Love
Simply be calm, your turn is next
A camera's here, video with text
Be long for this world, you must see
Feelings that make love, pay not thee
Clean as a codpiece, strength is pure
Kind as a father, the sun's the lure
With every last stand, changes go broke
I'm very alone, for my divinity's coke
Trample the old and lock up the zoo
America's love plays bagpipes for you.
I'm going to stop writing ten times a day, be more selective that sort of thing.
A relief for you and me
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