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America
I´m here to bring you
What you don´t need
Another heartfelt poem
Another heartsick plea
Worth less than
Chewed gum
America I’m tapping
At your window
At 3 am
With a bag full of
Sour wine
And a shopping list
Of grievances
America wake up
It´s me and I know
You´re only pretending
To be asleep
America turn on the T.V.
And let´s watch
The late, late movie
In glorious black, white and yellow
The pope vs king Kong
(papa is played by a young Popeye,
Sailor of men)
ACTION!
His holiness splashes holy water
Mixed with Grappa
In the ape´s eyes
In order to get him to loosen
His grip on Olive Oyl
Screaming HELL YELP HELL YELP!
Her Fay Wray wig
That made her look like Harpo Marx
With dysentery
Has fallen 99 stories
Onto the windshield of a
Broadway cab
Kong responds with an
Attempted close shave
With the razor whirling propeller
Of a snatched Bi plane
The pontiff popeye snarls
I´ve hads enough and enough
Is too much
Socks the beast on the jaw..
We cut to
Little Nemo that bedwetting freak
Waking from a Sunday newspaper dream
When the piss cools
And he´s 26 and a Hobo
Eating dogfood stew
Outside a railroad yard
In Santa Fe
We switch stations
To find Cortes
Taking a wrong turn
Winding up in NYC
Demanding a king´s ransom
In subway tokens
And brass door handles
He puts two hundred
Meter maids to the sword
Before they throw a net
Over him and drive him
Off to Bellevue
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
America
Tell me
America
Were you there
The night Charlie Parker
Crashed a UFO into the
Watts Towers
High on grief
for his dead kid
Then played
Lover Man
Lover man
With a Venetian
Pick up band
Til the studio melted
In radioactive tears
America
America
Confess you did in Bruce Lee
With his Dragon scratches
Made aspirin his kryptonite
Admit you tried to stash
The Lindenberg baby in
Amelia Earhart´s luggage
On the morning of her
Exit flight
It was you who bankrolled
The racist aliens who
Anal probed
Barney and Betty
With their miscegenation
Fear and later wiped their minds
Clean with a damp corner of
The Turin shroud
America
America
You handed Kerouac beer after beer
While his Jew hating mother slammed
The window shut on Ginsberg´s fingers
America
You pushed Berryman off the bridge
You gassed Sexton in her red sports car
You put the gun in Brautigan´s mouth
You shot d.a.levy too
Chased him out of the city
Out of the country
Off to ´isreal ´
You bought the Lysol
Vachel Lindsay drank
America have you no shame
No decency
Oh Danny Boone
The Rosenbergs are calling
It´s summertime in the meadow
And the killing is easy
Just ask Billy the Kid
Dillinger
Sacco and Vanzetti
Mounds of rotting buffalo
As far as the eye can see
America
America
America
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