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The American

February 23, 2012
By Anonymous

Biting Big Macs I feel
as American as apple
strudel
and dippin’ dots,
young, dirty,
fists in the air,
angry at the world
boppin’ in bell bottoms,
European or Austrian,
possibly Polish,
bald as a bowling ball,
thinking media is mine
and going lightly
on my way…

The author's comments:
I wrote this poem on a napkin at (you guessed it) McDonald's. It sort of just came to me: how American could I get, my Big Mac in one hand, my New York Times teeming with angry editorials in the other. I loved the way it turned out. Short, but potent.

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