America,
When did you lose your music?
This Quite Serious.
You had rhythm that forced movement into bodies
now given away to bubblegum fake sweetness;
[you had] mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.
Thick sweet, that held in your rich blood
and moved down throat to immerse your soul.
America,
Land Of Opportunities? Why did you sell
yourself to false Gods---their fake tits,
Lined eyes, trying to Make (not a difference),
But A Buck…
It’s only a matter of time before you take off your clothes.
Wake Up America!
Open your specious blue eyes
to amber waves, waving hello
to metal, glass, plastic Recycle!
America!
The plum blossoms are falling but
your purple mtns are eye to window
w/ buildings harboring
The Worlds Melting Pot A Crap Shoot.
Come To America !
Where no one gives a damn!
Be ambivalent, be similar,
Be An American!
Die An American poor, lazy, depressed
off so many drugs
You must alphabetize
but you can’t, b/c you’re
American....
America,
Put your artificial shoulder to the wheel.
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