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By Misti Date: 2005 Feb 04 Comment on this Work [[2005.02.04.10.27.26983]] |
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America, you can lick my pretty pink none too placid pussy. Lick my pussy until she purrs. Lie to my pussy. Tell her we have a new President and she is Jewish and graduated with honors from Sarah Lawrence and she's had a couple of abortions and her daddy never did her any favors and her favorite color is paisley and her favorite flavor is pussy. Yes, America, lick me languid as you tell me that we finally have a lesbian President. Everything will make sense and be perfect. I will make fifteen dollars an hour telling the truth to four and five year olds, not making them pledge allegiance to the fucking flag or color inside the lines. I will have a dentist. I will have a gynecologist. I will have a house. I will have plenty of food and plenty of time and money to see at least part of the world, the world outside Texas and New Mexico. The world across the oceans from America. The world beyond Disney. America, give me at least one orgasm and make it a multiple of seven. Seventh Heaven. Tell me that boys can marry boys and girls can marry girls and not be ashamed. Tell me that my future daughter can check Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret out of her public school library. Tell me that my future son doesn't have to play football or die in a war to be a hero. Tell me that my man doesn't have to break his back to take me and our children on vacation once a year. Tell me that I don't have to be sweet and pretty and docile like Laura Bush to have some peace. Tell me that I don't have to run stark raving mad through Wal-Mart showing my thick black bush to zombies shopping for cheap clothes and bad produce to prove a fucking point. America, you can suck on my hood until it's rosier than the little bitch in the story who looked for her grandma and found a wolf, instead. You can suck and lick fast and slow and flickering and teasing and lingering and hard until I am screaming your name. Until I believe that you are for real. |