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            -- 4th of july edition --

                                     07-04-96 - ray heinrich
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you'll have to forgive me, 
i get a little patriotic every forth of july.



        
           < forth of july >
        
    I'm happy in front of the fireworks 
    they're using gunpowder 
    without making holes in anyone 
    and i'm happy down close where it's hot 
     and dark and i feel ready at least once 
    a year ready inside my mother country as 
    she's bearing down hard trying to push 
    me out and once a year it works each time 
    a new color explodes and my eyes agree and 
    my pocket likes buying more stuff that makes 
    me happy while i'm doing it but then i have to 
    find where to put it cause my garage is full 
    but my heart doesn't feel that sick and i'm 
    happy in front of the fireworks they're using 
    again this forth of july. 
    
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  < the only good native american 
    is a dead native american,
    happy forth of july >
    
    happy forth of july 
    happy independence day
    happy land of freedom 
    to kill everyone here before us 
    to make room for our slaves
    
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   < if you're not an american on the fourth 
     of july you can just go die somewhere > 
        
            I'm ready to vote for 
            universal health care 
            for everyone in the 
            whole world but i won't 
            get to anytime soon which 
            is lucky cause i'd have to 
            give up my electric clothes 
            dryer just to pay for saving 
            a few children who wouldn't 
            like my poetry anyway.
            
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        < wrong fourth of july >
    
    john lennon dies 
    on the wrong fourth of july 
    as he was looking to bring us 
    all together from his million 
    dollar apartment just off central     
    park when a foot soldier from general 
    washington's army of the potomac laid 
    another british invader bleeding on 
    the native ground of our great america 
    born as we all are born in blood and 
    flowing as our hopes which start warm 
    and gradually cool which start red and 
    gradually turn to that brittle dark brown 
    that flakes off when you pick at it with 
    your patriotic finger except in the cracks 
    of the concrete where it will shine out 
    like fireworks on each wrong forth to come.

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      < forth hot dog july >
    
    the hot dogs 
    shrink a bit in the flames 
    as they wait 
    for your teeth to prepare them 
    for the years 
    of bouncing as your belly 
    and 
    hanging independently 
    and 
    celebrating as your shirt creeps up 
    the freedom 
    of the fresh air
    the freedom
    that all flesh desires

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and all this stuff is (C) 1996 ray heinrich.
you have my permission to copy it and post it wherever you want 
as long as it's not-for-profit (kinda redundant, after all, it
IS poetry), not part of any pro-republican campaign literature,
and you include:
"(C) 1996 ray heinrich - comments welcome send to: ray@vais.net"

  

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