Uncle Sam Poem by Randy McClave

They say that he is my uncle,
I say that he is not and it's a scam
As I have never seen him at our family reunions,
This man that they all call Sam;
He never came to any of our family picnics
Maybe because I heard that he was a narcissist type of guy,
He never celebrates mine, or any other person's birthday
But; everyone must celebrate his every fourth of July.
I am told that he wears a white beard and a mustache
And he is always dressed in the American flag,
Whenever he needs help he always seeks me out
And about America and her freedom he always does brag;
He always takes money away from my paycheck,
He had sent my father and my brother off to war
If he truly is my uncle;
I don't want him as my relative anymore.


Randy L. McClave