Dating a Republican

Maybe you could come over for dinner.

I’ll introduce you to my brother’s ashes.

He was blown to bits bringing tank parts to a sandbox

For a 'peace-keeping' mission.

He’s a national hero.

I want to snort him so that I can be more patriotic.

 

Picture it!

Our first date:

You and me,

Sitting on a secondhand orange sofa, snorting

Lines of my heroic brother,

And drinking warm beer until sunrise.

It’ll be like the 4^th of July;

Only with more vomit

And shame.

 

We can even light sparklers,

And have airborne sex like bald eagles

While the National Anthem plays

On the TV.

 

I’ll be by to pick you up at 8.

I’ll bring the AK-47 and the hotdogs.

You bring the fireworks and the condoms.

 

It’ll be amazing.

The scars will last for decades,

If they heal at all.

Author's Note

Yes. He really died.
His name was Josh.
It sucked.
No. I'm not a Democrat.
I'm an anarchist.

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

This is a painful reminder that when someone dies for their country, they are also dead, forever lost to those who loved them... Patriotism is the most seductively dangerous opiate of the masses, especially when exploited. That's just my opinion.