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America, When Will You Stop Fighting Your Freedoms?

October 28, 2008

With great respect, credit, and acknowledgment given to Ginsberg, and apologies for my postmodern destruction – a modern update on Ginsberg’s form. Any lines in quotes were lifted without change from Ginsberg’s America – all other phrases have been modified.

 

 

America I’ve given you nothing and now I’m all that’s left.

America seven hundered billion dollars and we’ve lost our sense, October 2, 2008.

I can’t lay down with my own mind.

America when will we end our internal war?

Go flog yourself with your petty talking points.

I don’t feel good and it bothers me.

I won’t write my poem till we’re in our right mind.

America when will you be anthemic?

When will you donate your clothes?

When will you stop digging your financial grave?

When will you be worthy of a million of your excesses?

America why are your news sources full of fears?

America when will you take your eggs from your idols?

I’m sick of your inane discourse.

When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need?

America after all you and I are not more perfect than the next world.

Your machinations are too much for me.

You’ve made me want for a saint.

“There must be some other way to settle this argument.”

Buckley is in arrears and I don’t think he’ll come back it’s sinful.

Are you being sophomoric or is this some form of practical joke?

I’m trying to come to the purpose.

I refuse to give up my intellect.

America stop pushing we’ll figure out what we’re doing.

America the sky is not falling.

I haven’t read the newspapers for months, only their online daily trials and murders.

America I feel sentimental about Chief Wiggums.

America I used to be collateralized when I was a kid and I’m sorry.

I smoke new media every chance I get.

I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses on my LCD screen.

When I go to the MSM I get indoctrined but never get learned. 

“My mind is made up there’s going to be trouble.” 

You should have seen me reading Maddow. 

I can’t afford a psychoanalyst, but I’m perfectly right. 

I won’t believe in Laissez-Faire. 

I have mystical visions and comic inflations. 

America I still haven’t told you what you did to Uncle Sam after he left with Reason.

 

I’m addressing you. 

Are you going to let our emotional life be run by TMZ? 

I’m obsessed by TMZ. 

I read it every hour. 

Its homepage stares at me every time I slink past my email account. 

I read it on my phone in the bathroom of the Pasadena Public Library. 

It’s always telling me about irresponsibility. Movie stars are mediaworthy. Heiresses are mediaworthy. Everybody’s mediaworthy but me. 

“It occurs to me that I am America.” 
I am talking to my blog again.

 

Asia is bailing me out. 

I have only a chinaman’s chance. 

“I’d better consider my national resources.” 

My national resources consist of two joints of mass media millions of buzzwords 
an unpublishable no longer private literature that goes 1400 kbps and 
twentyfivethousand mental institutions. 

“I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of underpriviliged who live in 
my flowerpots under the light of five hundred suns.”

I have abolished the freedom of language, tangential thought is the next to go. 

My ambition is to be President despite the fact that I read Agnostics.

 

America how can I write a holy litany in your angry mood? 

I will continue like your hegemony my catch phrases are as individual as its
conclusions more so they’re all different sexes 

America I will sell you hegemonies $2500 apiece no money down on your old thoughts 

America free Tom Brokaw 

America save the Socialist thinkers 

America Socrates must not die 

America you risk becoming the Scottsboro Boys. 

America when I was seven momma took me to privatized education they 
sold us music a handful per half hour a half hour costs a dollar and the 
recitals were free everybody was atonal and embarrassed about their performance
it was all so sincere you have no idea what a good thing the inspiration 
was in 1987 Ms. Jeanie was a grand old lady a real musical Mother 

Ayn Rand made me cry I once saw Intelligent Conservatism plain. Everybody must have been a spy. 

America you don’t really want to stay to war. 

America it’s them bad Terrorists. 

Them Terrorists them Terrorists and them Muslims. And them Terrorists. 

The Terrorist wants to eat us alive. The Terrorist’s power mad. He wants to take 
our cars from out our garages. 

He wants to grab Ohio. He needs a Red Reader’s Digest. He wants our 
auto plants in Lebanon. Him big bureaucracy raping our fillingstations. 

That very good. Ugh. Her makes Immigrants learn read. Her need blasphemous spending bills. 
“Hah. Her make us all work sixteen hours a day. Help.” 

America this is no longer entertainment. 

America this is the impression I get from looking at the internet. 

“America is this correct?” 

I’d better get a second job. 

It’s true I don’t want to join the Army or flip patties in precision food 
factories, I’m farsighted and philanthropic anyway. 

America I’m putting my fear firmly at my heels.

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