235th.

these united states.
all old and fat, neighbors.
that's real.
birthdays an' that.
after all the air bombs bursting,
amber grain wavings,
majestic mountains of purple,
rampart watching stars and stripes,
and shining sea after sea,
it's time yet again for another 'nother one.
america's berfday party, and we're all invited.
in fact,
there're celebrants, celebrators, and semi-celebrities
repping the noisemakers and cake-farts of berfday business.
just sayin',
it's crowded in the woodsly goodness, duders.
i mean,
there are still spots without out-of-town A*-holes
or worse, townie A*-holes,
clogging up the causeways with their crucial barbecutioner's
dead meat, live beer, and duty-free shopping doo-doo butter....
...but you've gotta be ready to go deep into
the wilds of the mountains for that sh!t.
everywhere else is plugged up with people.
and by 'people' i mean loud gaytardlickers.
that city sauce seeps off these suckas so hard, duders.
it's gross.
we'll be safe here at the Fortress,
weathering the siege until nightfall.
then,
it's time for a counterattack on that weak sauce soda-pantsery
yuuuuup.
what's an america party without fireworks?
fire. works.
fireworks!!
it's happening.
'splosions are like catnip for berserker barbarians battle-beasts.
we can't resist.
i know i'm ready to get rad with a brutal black stink stump,
and that makes for a cloud of anti-personnel power, y'all.
smog monsters make better spectators at the 'works.
fact.
no bugs, no pestering people.
just snotty sneers from the doo-doo do-gooders
hatin' on the fumigating grandiosity of us real warriors.
..whilst they are dined upon by insects.
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it rained all day yesterday,
but today is gorgeous.
ma nature wants me to enjoy myself, i think,
and i am happy to oblige.
family togetherness,
garden times,
sunshines,
fireworks,
expert(e)ism.
america explosions in red, white, and blue.
it's all really happening,
in sequential, non-alphabetical order;
never quiet, never soft.....