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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 **** 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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