American Citrus

December 24, 2015

Oranges.

It doesn't rhyme

With any word

Or phrase

Or contraction

In the entire english dictionary.

But I can still write it down,

Stick it in a poem

Or a song

Or a billboard off 75

If I wanted to,

I could spend ten verses

Professing my love of citrus fruits

Or I could choose

To tell the truth-

That I hate them

For no apparent reason.

And that,

Precisely that,

Is why I love America.

Because no matter

What I say or think or do

I can put the word orange

In a poem.

And as much as I can be pushed

And shoved

And told to pay taxes

And vote for people I don't want

And live in a country that can't help but argue

No one can do jack shit

About the word orange

In my poem.

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