Love For My Country (Activist)
I protest for my country’s own good.
I think more people really should.
I feed the homeless every day.
I give a speech when I have something to say.
I clean the river that people pollute.
I bring back debates people think are moot.
I am called a bit of a shit disturber.
I’m also considered a perturber
of many people who don’t agree
and want to stop just short of killing me.
I love my city and my state.
I’m going to a rally. I can’t wait.
I’m going to protest for what I believe.
Even if I’m forced to leave
my family, my school, and my job at a greasy spoon.
Anyway, I expect to be fired this afternoon.
I talked too much at work, I guess
about my opinions, causing people stress.
I suppose I created quite the show
and now my boss is letting me go.
I’m happy. I’ll just work as a columnist.
I’m used to often getting dissed.
At least now I’ll be allowed to express my views
and talk about what’s on the news.
Debate with me. I dare you to.
I’ll probably give you a clue
what’s going on that’s controversial.
I know this poem sounds like a commercial.
I just love blowing my own horn.
I’ve been this way since I was born.
I was born opinionated
and wanting to be appreciated.
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