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| America I´ve given you all and now I´m nothing. America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956. I cant stand my own mind. America when will we end the human war? Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb. I donut feel good donut bother me. I wont write my poem till I´m in my right mind. America when will you be angelic? When will you look at yourself through the grave? When will you be worthy of your million Trotzkyites? America when are your libraries full of tears? America when will you send your eggs to India? I´m sick of your insane demands. When can I go into the supermarket and buy what 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... I haven´t read the newspaper for months, every day somebody goes on trial for murder. America I feel sorry about the Wobblies. America I used to be a Communist 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 roses in the closet. When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid. My mind is made up there´s going to be trouble. You should have seen me reading Marx. My psychoanalyst says I´m perfectly right. I won´t say the Lords prayer. I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations. America I still haven´t told you what you did to Uncle Max after he came over from Russia. I´m addressing you. Are you going to let your emotional life be run by Time Magazine? I´m obsessed by Time Magazine. I read it every week... I occurs to me that I am America. I´m talking to myself again. My natural resources consist of two joints of marijuana millions of genitals and unpublishable literature that goes 1400 miles an hour and twenty-five thousand mental institutions. I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of underprivileged who live in my flowerpots under the light of 500 hundred suns. My ambition is to be President despite the fact that I am a Catholic. America you donut really want to go to war. America its them bad Russians. Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen. And them Russians. The Russia wants to eat us alive . The Russia´s power-mad. She wants to take our cars from our garages. Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Readers Digest. Her wants our auto plants in Siberia. Him big bureaucracy running our filling stations. That no good. Ugh. Him make Indians learn read. Him need big black niggers. 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 is true I don´t want to join the Army or turn lathes in precision parts factories, I´m nearsighted and psychopathic anyway. America I´m putting my queer shoulder to the wheel. |
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