The place where it all happens
Oh America, Oh
Or until it does, it doesn’t matter
Oh America, Oh
Home of the internet, land of the free*
Oh America, Oh
(*offer, first month only)
Where a double-amputee becomes a mermaid and is “sexy”
Oh America, Oh
Where breasts are revered, but not for nursing
Oh America, Oh
And maternity leave leaves mothers cursing
D’oh America, d’oh
Your corporate culture spoiled two of our jobs
Oh America, Oh
Yet we still pander to the US mob
Oh America, Oh
(if I publish this after 6, I’ll get more hits!)
Good morning America, Oh
I grimace at your fears re: Trump
No America, please no
Coz Down Under we had our onion eater – first for once!
Oh Australia, Oh
Of course there’s so much good stuff too
Oh America, Oh
Hamburgers, ice cream – but not just food
Go America, go
A place I’ve been, can’t claim to know
Oh America, Oh
But New York was just how I hoped
Oh America, Oh
Manhattan fire escapes like a Friends set
Oh America, Oh
So many sights I’ll not forget
Oh America, Oh
Houses like Sweet Valley High, upstate NY
Oh America, Oh
And the way the girls said “a dime”
Oh America, Oh
A friend at Coachella saw Gunners live
Oh America, Oh
Of course I’ve also watched The Wire
Woah America, woah
So I’ve seen how it is on the dark side a’right?
Oh America, Oh
And the backdrop of American cities
Oh America, Oh
Buried in my mind, like false memories
Oh America, Oh
Awards for everything under the sky
Oh America, Oh
If you do something great, seems you’d really fly
Oh America, Oh
Then again, it also seems easier to die
Oh America, Oh
When the Twin Towers define our lives
Woe America, woe
And all those Wall Street crises
Oh America, Oh
Are the ambitions of America a lie?
Oh America, Oh
Where self-help’s a religion
Oh America, Oh
And Meg Ryan the patron saint of rom-com
Oh America, Oh, Ohh Ohhhh Ohh!
Selling us that love affair
Oh America, Oh
Sell, sell, sell everywhere
Oh America, Oh
The arrogance of all that arable land
Sow America, sow
Does something to you, I understand
Oh America, Oh
I’ve seen it in Australia, and Russia too
Хорошо, America, Хорошо
Seems no matter what y’all do
Oh America, Oh
Oh America, there’s no getting around you
Today’s National/Global Poetry Writing Month prompt/challenge was to write a poem that incorporates a call and response.
clairevetica 
This writing thing you do
is food to think over and chew
Of Rodrigues it made me think
of protest music and anthemesque links
to Cohen, Mathers, Patti Smith and even some rapping finks
Maybe you’ll be the next big thing
Firing poetry out of each wing
What a delightful comment! 🙂