into Times Square, holding
our pepper sprays
in hand.
we want to take a look at the giant
statue
recently erected.
a twelve foot tall
obese woman
in a pant suit with her hands
on her hips,
about to hit her boyfriend
with a frying pan,
or steamed and demanding an
explanation
from the fast food clerk
why there was
no ketchup
with her bag
of French fries.
it says a lot about where
we are as a country.
this is art for us.
this is who we are.
Europe must be jealous.
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