American men walk around all day….troll bars at night with cocks in hand and hearts on sleeves…too scared to take the chance….make a stand…state their piece…living in fear of not getting laid….not winning the prize…waking-up alone on Sunday mornings without French toast and an obligatory embrace….

cowards…Men jumping through hoops…standing on hind legs…begging…

America commits these vile acts…wanting to be loved…we don’t understand why Parisians tell us to fuck-off…

old glory…America…the young…hep guy on a Friday night scene who goes to the gym…shows off pecs and guns…agreeing with every ridiculous word from the mouths of babes….

what is gained in this circus act?…respect…prestige… new frontiers…one would hope for a reward…

too high a price at being number one…too much pressure…too much at stake….

however…if this piece is read a hundred years from now…the same question will emerge…

what the fuck happened?