Testo Coca-Colonialism

I was willed this front porch
From my American kin
We rode it over three counties
On top of four old Coca-Cola cans

I took two old soda cans
I cut them in half
Put them on my porch chair legs So my porch I will not scratch

My American children ask
Why we can't wear cans on our legs
You're young, children
No harm will come when you're American made

"Father, do that thing you do"
I put the soda within
I shift the can halves, wobble my chair
Then let the Coke drip down my chin

The wet streams down my front
It stains itself on my blouse
I hear my children being silent Then as one, they let out a shout

"It looks like America
Did it fall out of your mouth?"
I can feel my joke start to stick to my skin
This stain's not coming out

Now I take my soda
And spit more on myself
Let it land on my groin
I call this the South

It's South America
Down between my thighs
If you've ever been there
Then you know that I do not lie

They take their Hot Wheels
And run it over my skin
From Galveston to North Dakota
My children run it under my chin

They say we need more America
There's no more state around
So I take more soda, put it on my chin
And let it fall, fall about

Well I keep going
I pour more sugar down my back
I tell them it's Europe, Iceland, and Hong Kong
I don't know no more than that

Wherever there is Coke stains
Consider that your car's land
I got many more cola and plenty dry clothes
Because I'm American

We are American
You are American

They run their Hot Wheels
Over my skin
After I removed America
My children say, "Do it again"

I let the Coke drip down my chin
I let the Coke drip down