the day chuck norris died
there was traffic and the gas was high
earlier i heard of another Cesare falling
down past the great womb he called ‘wetback’
a victim of peer pressure i suppose
yet for whatever its worth i remain an American girl
the day chuck norris died i told her
‘i bet he karate chopped the reaper all the way through’ she too just another American girl laughed and told me a joke her son had said knowing that as the big events of the world unfurled was not out of the stage jungle yet
the day chuck norris died i went to work climbed a hill unlocked doors used credit cards such as a good American girl should
and now as i remember chuck norris my television set indicates we are still at war with Iran but what say you Cuba ‘bonco you better watch out’
the day chuck norris died i took aspirin fed wild animals laundered and fantasized about guzzling rye and not ever go back like thelma and louise American girl renegades indeed but yet there is another tiny nick that burns and scratches because chuck norris died
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