America

America

The land to be.....
Where love is fancy free.
Where dreams can come true,
Not just for me and you!

Yes, with its majestic towers,
Where you can stand and gaze for hours.
With its vast plains and prairies,
Which could be painted by some fairies.

Where wild horses are running free,
What an orgasmic place to be.
But, alas, green cards are the order of the day.
Where jerks and terrorists go to play.
Where the mafia is in control of crime,
And launders hot moneys every time.

If you have a choice of where you want to be,
When choosing alternatives its plain you see.
The only option would be.....
To stay near, dear and close to me.


Copyright ©2003 William Ernest Cox