Oxford Semicolon

This is America! If it tastes British
It is bad food
But fine language
The dad who couldn't cook
That we left behind long ago
Learning to say we as we
Killed whatever was in our way
As one does, as the child of an
Empire of English
The language, the comma,
And the partway use of
Vowels that reflect the
Burning down of 
Washington, DC,
Upon a nineteenth century
Evening, with the table set
By a country that ruins food
By economics rather than
As our nostalgia 
Drives home the point
That if your accent is such
We love
And resent you.