Racist Sandwich

Flimsy as a piece of bread,

White like mayonnaise,

Useless like Iceberg lettuce,

Tear-inducing like onions,

Slippery like tomatoes,

Salty like a slab of bologna,

Fake like American cheese,

Tasteless like Wonder Bread.

Across the room, I sit,

Devouring my own Italian sub,

Suffocating in the beautiful harmony.

Occasionally I glance and see you.

I watch you eating, pitiful

That you truly think that this

Pathetic display of patriotism

Is the only taste that matters,

And envious that you can swallow

Such tasteless bullshit with ease.