07.04.XX
I hate the Fourth of July
Hate the fiery, loud jubilation
Hate the bangs popping bright
Like bombs in the night
Hate the casual inebriation
I hate the Fourth of July
Hate ignoring the rights violations
Hate pretending we’re great
Hate my sprinting pulse rate
Hate this annual fraught celebration
How I loathe the Fourth of July!
Loathe the beery and weary migrations
Loathe the whistles and threats
Loathe my heart, how it frets
Loathe the gun-like, much-loved conflagrations
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