I gazed upon the stars and stripes,
And pondered chemistry,
Our melting pot is at a boil,
An integration spree.
If every flavor in the pot,
Achieves assimilation,
The stew becomes a mellow brew,
Of savory integration.
But just one cook can spoil the broth,
With bitter polyglot,
One pinch of vitriolic spice.
Ignites the whole damn pot.
©2011
