Reminiscing Of My High School Sweetheart

I can't forget the days
when you would slice the throat
of George W. Bush
and you would nail
the blade
into the palm of my
trembling hand
then you would point at me
while screaming
“Murderer!"
while the citizens of this nation
would rip me apart
like a silent Jihad
and when it was all over
you would hold me
under the summer stars 
and lick my wounds
with your pitchforked
sandpaper toungue
while telling me
that everything would heal
in your arms
and I would smile
in the crippling high
of teenage romance