My family are stereotypical Americans.
Big, fat, loud Americans,
like overfed chickens in a slaughter house.
With their gluttonous bodies,
full of ignorance and
distasteful opinions.
Their squawking echos through
the first class train cabin.
The cabin full of
patriotic sods and a lonely,
fear ridden little, old,
innocent Czech man.
Their loud cries of pain
leaving the beaks
of my meaty family,
pierce through metal.
First class was meant to have A/C.
Americans love A/C.
I didn’t know I signed up for a sauna.
Chickens now hate saunas.
James Bowie High School
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