'Murican
On this most perfect American couch
I sit, beer in hand, watching some football.
A day to thank God for the easy living.
Relax, watch the cheerleaders, let's go Jets.
Weekend finally here, it's time to chillax.
I've got nothing to worry about.
Sleeping in no longer a problem
My mind naturally floats to football heaven.
I've learned so much about football over the years,
It's crazy how it all just sticks.
Why can't school be like this?
Wanting to learn more plays and moves
To be the best Madden gamer ever.
If I could transfer my interests
To something useful (like school),
I just imagine how my daily routines,
Let alone my study habits, would change.
Say hello to that 4.0, Harvard possibly.
Brain surgeon, cancer-solver,
World hunger stumper.
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This Most Perfect Hill
On this most perfect
hill
with these most perfect
dogs
are these most perfect
people
and this most perfect
fog
In this most perfect fog
that is the middle of the
sea
inside the perfect middle
of
the things inside that
swing
In this most perfect
rhyme
that takes up what it
sees,
with perfect shelter from the
rain as perfect as can
be,
In this most perfect day
at the apex of the sun
runs this most perfect
frog song that is
roiling
from the mud
In these most perfect
habits
of the waving of the
trees,
through this imperfect
language
rides a perfect
brilliancy.
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