oh, anaheim, i’m not
mad at your bad hats
and your primitive taste –
i can relate
to our america whose broad
freedoms grant us rights
to big bottoms and
all-we-can feed on.
i, too, was once a wanton
appetite zombie clinging
to my mommy – but
i grew up, threw up,
pushed back from that
gluttony. oh, america, how far
away are we from maturity?
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