Harlan Lovestone

Rookie (Detroit, MI)

Fierce Ameri-Con - Poem by Harlan Lovestone

I think there’s a brick in my heart
I must have digested when the street fell apart
In a land where freedom is king
They speak of war but it’s peace that I sing

It seems from coast to coast
My how some fierce americans boast
You need a green card or you cant get in
And speaking freely is almost a sin
But I thought this was a melting pot built on fields of blood
Of deadmen we forgot

I’m lost so were does the violence end
9/11 jonesboro branch dividend
and if the hand comes down on you
one mans freedom fighter could be a terrorist too

the inner city is where I dwell
suburbanites call it a living hell
I see crackheads in my own backyard
Instead of fighting other peoples battles we should be winning ours

The interest is crazy on my visa cards
The taxes are raising on the house and farm
I wouldn’t mind working if I could find a job
But for minimum wage I think I’d rather rob

So now I’m watching jerry springer all day
And according to high law crime does pay
Their talking about whose slept with who
I’m bored to tears if they only knew

It don’t do well to sleep around with incurable diseases spreading around

And I guard the look out post
Try to stay low from coast to coast
I guards the look out post and try to stay low from coast to coast

It’s so damn hard to be an A+ student
Yet so easy to be american
It’s so damn hard to be an A+ student
But everyone can be an american

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  • (9/24/2009 3:41:00 AM)

    Never a truer word written than your last stanza. I brought my boys up to be A+ students and I fear for their futures. Being over qualified and good, is a desperate predicament. Yes, it is a bit of a con, they crack down, in all the wrong ways.

    Smiling through the haze

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 24, 2009

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