With a flag
or an outrage or
both
With an obvious
eagle on forearm or
brainpan
With a car or truck
as large as
fear
With a laugh
or a smile tagged
on a tossed-off slur
With a figurative
cigar or real blunt or
other prop
With a gun
or a penis or
whichever
With everyday carry
assisted open or fixed
blade ready response
With a patriotic
terrorist or thief killing
erection
With a superhero
attitude like a flag pole or
suppository
To end all
with muscle
and swift action
To create a legacy of peace
by forcing others
to assume your constraints
To be all American
and all Man
A half-cocked
toy-happy boy
in a schoolyard
you only think you run
Dark Matter 
December 21st, 2015 at 10:19 pm
reading this poem i realized you’re expressing the anger i have been feeling recently about some of our “boys” in this country, and they may be “boys” as old as i am (70). Your first stanza succinctly grabs attention, sets the tone, and forecasts what your theme will be. in the last stanza the four lines, “To be all American/ and all Man/ A half-cocked/ toy-happy boy” speaks the truth. well-crafted, powerful.