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Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty nigger with a banana, whose flavour
Is the imprisoned lightning, and his name
Father of Counterfeiters. From his monkey-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; his bestial eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"OFFISAH I AIN'T THAT TYPE OF GUY" cries he
With grossly engorged lips. "Gibs me yo bananas, yo counterfeit $20s,
Dem welfare programs 'n food stamps 'n shieet,
Dat fentanyl, dat dope smack junk, dat skag.
Gibs dese, to the homeless, to the po-po slain, to me,
I lift my counterfeit $20 to buy the golden fruit!"
so beautiful, god bless america
