That night I sat halfway between the bread and the smoke
I listened to patriots debate the fate of my nation
And as they dismantled it brick by golden brick
they mispronounced words like 'murder' and 'obesity'
in heavy accents from hotter places than here
I smiled, but couldn't be bothered to argue too vehemently
the cigarette haze had stolen my breath
and my president had taken what was left of my dignity
so I laid my head on the table
and listened to them rant
hoping they would run out of breath or complaints
before I fell asleep

AcB 05.02.01