Dear Mr. President

Dear Mr. President:

I don't wanna be in your military, I don't wanna bury

my own kind

I wanna make up my own mind about who I hate,

not what the national slate

has in mind.

you see, the american interest is rarely in mine.

and I've got my own wars to wage,

I don't need to engage in your war for oil overseas,

in-between my lover's legs

is slick enough for me. I'm the lesbian minority, see,

so I don't need a major to tell me what to be

or who to do things to

somewhere across the pacific.

my sex is too specific to report to a general.

and in general, dykes don't respond to command,

so why do we demand

to a part of this irrational masculine swarmy

that poses as a national army--

see, I've seen armies

seen 'em on picket lines, welfare lines,

seen 'em storming the Capitol,

storming the streets,

demanding justice and peace.

I've heard of armies in history,

in Birmingham, in Montgomerey.

but these dressed-to-kill boys

with their made-to-kill toys

these yellow ribbons that choke trees, please,

it's a joke,

a sadistic display of militaristic play that ends in

american dreams for the owners of both teams--

and who suffers? who buffers the attack?

who lacks the cash to decline the invitation

to the nation's most expensive party?

those hearty boys promised schooling,

then sent on their way

to collect their pay from the grave?

well, I don't mind being war-depraved, honey,

we can fight for more than big boys and their money:

I'd rather fight phil knight, bomb all his bonds

I'd rather wage a gay crusade on the pope,

grope my girl in front of his nose.

I'd rather pose a problem to disney,

expose michael eisner as a meiser,

mickey mouse as leader of the rat race--

just slice right down that rodent's face.

and it's a disgrace to be a rapist

of developing nations

when we can't stop the rape

of developing girls.

I'd rather unfurl an attack

on our money guzzling undercover embezzling enemies-

imprisoning just us with no dollar power

impersonating justice from their donald trump tower

with their billion dollars trillion crimes

waging their personal war on the poor

for more power in this world of

ABC NBC CBS -- his country runs from

CEO to shining CEO,

Sending us across the ocean for the promotion

of their cash-devotion ideology.

well, I don't desire your superstar badge of bravery

for enduring modern-day slavery

in your maniacally economically-driven death trap.

anyway, I'd give the U.S a bad rap,

I'd kiss every fine iraqi dyke on the front line,

fuck national pride,

I'd go to their side--

i prefer crossnational desire to crossfire anyway.

and i don't need your fatigue uniform

to perform my battles.

I'm wearing layers of tired just from battling

the liars of our system every day.

and my Dear Mr. President:

I'd rather die, lyin' in the heat of a fuck I call mine

than in the fuckin' line of duty

you've made mine.

but, fine, it's the new big thing to demand inclusion

in your land-intrusion ethic-free military,

to request same-sex affirmative action

to de-factionalize who dies in your

money-for-the-man

C-span cam scam, lost-and-found game

you call war

where we get to lose our lives

when you've found what's worth more,

well, when this dyke goes down,

she'll go down

knowing what it's for.