"I'm accepting,
oh so accepting" she said,
at least that is what she meant.

Yes ma'am you're accepting,
so wonderfully open-minded and true,
or you indeed-y doo.

But you forgot to accept,
where you came from,
you said "I hate this country,
it's so disgusting, I just want to get away."

You know the only people I hate are the ones that...
don't think about what they say....

At all that is,
even I think about what I've said after the fact,
but once again I've gotten off-track,
I was in the middle of this nasty smack, oh yes.

My dear, my dear, my dear,
so many vile thoughts of you,
so many minuets in which we are truly enemies,
I tried to touch your face instead of choking you that one time,
and you broke my hand,

in my mind of course,
even in real life,
you don't realize how lucky you are,
vile worm,
that I've gotten this far,
without beating you to death,
it really is quite magnificent.

Because everytime you say,
with your lovely credentials,
community service and travel and language learning,
so "open-minded" that you sometimes forget to be open to everyone,
especially from the place you come.

Didn't you ever realize
that your disguise,
is not very strong,
in fact it is quite wrong,
you preach "acceptance of everyone"
except the place you come from.

I think it cruel, think it mean,
that when you are given are garden and seeds,
that you let it rot,
because everyone else doesn't like it,
you gave up,
you want to leave,

because

In America,
you "don't fit in"
so as a scapegoat you blamed the country,
oh yes,
couldn't possibly be your
disgusting mask that hides who you truly are,
and the fact that you are far,
from who you pretend to be,
"Oh no it couldn't be"
So you blame people,
and yes it is partly true
that you,
were hurt by a nasty few,
but you,
hurt right back,
you still talked smack,
behind the back.

You decided to use manipulation,
and dark gravitation,
instead of what is really, really true,
you
are not really that nice,
and I wouldn't,
once or twice if you pretended,
but the truth is always bended,
with you.

I don't think I shall ever trust you,
again,
and I don't think I like those who let a garden rot,
when they have plant and pot
and tools,
to get the job done,

so in a few years we'll see,
if I'm really,
the foolish one.