You are American! Luxury,
You’re freedom.
The freedom to spread your wings
and be sentient and pescatarian.
It’s liberty it’s life it’s the pursuit of
kissing your wife and your
Secretary, and she’s vegetarian.
But you scream- and that’s the most
important thing and I mean the bleak,
Fleeting pipe dream that you preach.
Do you scream to preach?
Is that just what they tell us?
Are you really free?
Do you mean to tell me that the range
your wings take up in the sky are the
Instruments of the deranged gun
lovers and the pacifists and both their mothers?
How can you represent the voice
of many men and few women and
The Church?
How are you really free?
And why do you screech?
You’re freedom of speech
And the endless gun fire but not on
all the tired, overplayed men that
decide who can have groceries
and healthy gums and desires.
Are you really free?
Do you fly in circles to catch prey
and pray the our father and
pretend not to be gay?
Are you really free?
Will you touch me?
It's A Yellow Day 