Poetry Entry

I am Canadian

Walking alone,
In my Nehru Jacket,
Complete with
Bouffant hairdo.

“Sock it to me”
“I wanna fall in love,
American Style”
She screams.

“Hey baby,
Looking for a date?”
“Ed the pimp
Purpchase my french nails.”

Rebels lead to suicide and
At the Orange Tooty Fruity
Topless bar,
Souls are for sale.

Its all about,
Lawrance of Arabia,
And dreaming my dreams
American Style.