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America I've given you all so I could be something.
America two thousand nine hundred dollars and eighty-six cents September 11, 2001.
I can't stand my president.
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your mother of all bombs.
I don't feel good don't bother me.
I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind.
America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
When will you be worthy of your millionaires?
America why are your libraries full of tears?
America when will you send your eggs to India, not your jobs?
I'm sick of your insane demands.
When can I go into the doctor’s office and get the care I need with my good looks?
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world.
Your machinery is too much for me.
You made me want to be a saint.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.
Jesus is in Tangiers I don't think he'll come back it's sinister.
Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke?
I'm trying to come to the point.
I refuse to give up my obsession.
America stop pushing I know what I'm doing.
America the stock market is falling.
I haven't read the newspapers for months, everyday somebody goes on trial for nothing.
America I feel sentimental about the Weathermen.
America I used to be an idealist when I was a kid and I'm not sorry.
I smoke marijuana every chance I get.
I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the tv in the closet.
When I go to protests I get drunk and never get laid.
My mind is made up there's going to be trouble.
You should have seen me reading Thoreau.
My psychoanalyst thinks I'm perfectly right.
I always say the Lord's Prayer.
I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.
America I still haven't told you what you did to Carlos Alberto Torres after he came over from Puerto Rico.
I'm addressing you.
Are you going to let our emotional life be run by Fox News?
I'm obsessed with Fox News.
I watch it every day.
Its headlines stare at me every time I slink past the television.
I watch it in the basement of the Supreme Court Building.
It's always telling me about terror. The President is terrified. The Administration is terrified. Everybody's terrified but me.
It occurs to me that I am America.
I am talking to myself again.
The Middle East is rising against me.
I haven't got an Iraqi’s chance.
I'd better consider my national resources.
My national resources consist of two joints of marijuana millions of Cipro an unpublishable private nightmare that goes 1400 miles an hour and twentyfivethousand terror alerts.
I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of underpriviliged who live in my flowerpots under the light of Forbes’ four hundred billionaires.
I have abolished the whorehouses of Crawford, Washington DC is the next to go.
My ambition is to be President despite the fact that I'm a Christian.
America how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?
I will continue like Alan Ginsberg my strophe is not as individual as his although we are different sexes
America I will sell you strophes $2500 apiece $500 down on your old strophe
America free the masses
America save the Constitution
America truth and honor must not die
America I am the Tulia 46.
America when I was seven momma took me to Antiwar protests they
sold us hope a handful per ticket a ticket costs an afternoon and the speeches were free everybody was angelic and sentimental about peace it was all so sincere you have no idea what a good thing the movement was in 1969 Joan Baez was a grand woman a real mensch Mother King made me cry I once saw Bobby Kennedy plain.
Everybody must have been a spy.
America you don't really want to go to war.
America it's them bad Talibani.
Them Talabani them Talibani and them Iraqis. And them Iranians.
The Talabani wants to eat us alive. The Taliban’s power mad. She wants to take our gas from the cars in our garages.
Her wants to grab democracy. Her needs a Red Reader's Digest. her wants our auto plants in Baghdad. Him big bureaucracy running our filling stations.
That no good. Ugh. Him makes children learn read. Him need young cannon fodder.
Hah. Her make us all work sixteen hours a day. Help.
America this is quite serious.
America this is the impression I get from looking in the television set.
America is this correct?
I'd better get right down to the job.
It's true I don't want to join the Army or feed coal to crematoriums
I'm nearsighted and psychopathic anyway.
America I'm putting my shoulder to the wheel.
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