America, poem draft

by josephzizys

black oil from the ground
ancient crushed death
brought back to burn
makes our world go round

merchants of death
these americans
patrolling the fields with their guns
the oil fields far away

they cover their women in oil
oil over silicon breasts
sent over silicon chips
to a billion fat masturbaters

oil and sand
taken from the poor at gunpoint
from the “terrorists”
that is all America has

weapons of death
big cars for fat people
impossible pornography
Americas empire