The American Dreamer. Poem by Michael Gale

The American dreamer....
Sometimes chaotic, often the most loudest screamer.

That American who dreams of success and powerful accomplishments...
Followed by a cheering throng.

He, who is hardly, ever wrong...
The American song.

We'll never be beaten...
You'll be my slavery-cretin.

I am right...
The American fight.

Terrorists-taste my might...
My boot up your butt, fits real tight.

You are a scum...
That deserves no crumb.

The only morsel that you need...
Is my freedom's warning-Take my final heed.

Justice, delivered, with a mighty speed.
Terrorists, you are an eye sored weed.

That needs to be plucked out of the freedom's ground...
That's a peace filled, happy, sound.

Good bye, you miserable speck...
You belong out in space, that is where you should trek.

That is the only place...
That is by God, you'll have to race.

Go now, and begone...
By the dawn, off my lawn.

You are society's, poisonous pawn.