Uncle Sam Wants Who?
are you the RIGHT fit?

Sam wants you, so don't dare you be lame
The American youth, a sorry shame,
Kids these days, they ain’t fit no more
Their hip not ripped, let‘s even the score,
Look at you with that drink in your fist,
Drop yer beer, get yo slow ass in gear.
---scritchascritchakeesh---
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So, Sam be nimble, Sam be quick
Yo, Sam jump over that candle stick
---scritchascritchakeesh---
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Sams looking for who? It aught to be you
If yer mind’s RIGHT and you aint scared to FIGHT
Six pack’s your abs not the source of yer flab
And you stand up to pee, don’t smoke no weed,
‘Not lookin' for they, them or it at all,
no Dee Eee Eye or any Kum ba ya.
---scritchascritchakeesh---
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So, Sam be heartless, Sam be shrill
Yo, Sam shies not, moves in for the kill
---scritchascritchakeesh—-
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Venezuela's oil, Greenland elements rare
Ayatollah still killin'? better take care,
Commies ruined Cuba but need their cigars,
Put the world on notice, I’m its brightest star,
Don’t need Constitution or documents old,
Just give me boyz who always do as their told.
---scritchascritchakeesh---
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So, Sam be hasty, Sam be hard
Sam kills citizens in our back yard
---scritchascritchakeesh---
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Don’t need allies just the whole earth on edge
Don’t fear Vlad or Xi you aught to fear me!
Make war till the world groans uncle for peace
Need more cannon fodder and tank track grease,
Lookin’ at you not some Suessical who,
Get to the gym like yer ass gots a clue.
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So, Sam’s not kind nor filled with grace
Yo, Sam lays the whole damn world to waste
---scritchascritchakeesh—-
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—-scritchascritcha…BOOM!
Do I have your attention yet?
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O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! - William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 5.
About the Creator
John Cox
Twisted writer of mind bending tales. I never met a myth I didn't love or a subject that I couldn't twist out of joint. I have a little something for almost everyone here. Cept AI. Aint got none of that.



Comments (6)
Way to go for this should raise patriotism for some or maybe all. I was in the service till I caught pneumonia and kind of fractured my knee, so I go a medical discharge. Good job on this poem.
Oooo, this was slamming! Loved it!
It's mind-boggling that the ones with the least to offer have the most to say. I never read poetry, but this was definitely worth making the exception for. Well done, John!
As Harper and Matty said, this is fire and was rightly uncomfortable and unnerving. Well wrought sir
The Shakespeare quote at the end—🔥
Ugh my friend, spitting painful fire here. This is the dark times