A poem from the internets

America: an Ode to Walt and Allen

America you give me nothing and I am everything.
America I don’t hang American flags in front of my house.
I did marijuana in college and it still whets my taste buds.
My dad never trusted the government, because of the subsidies he barely broke even on the farm. He is taxed many moneys for land he has lived on for 60 years. He says there is no such thing as ownership.
America owns everything.
America I can’t stand you. You are making me turn serious and your jokes are getting personal.
When I was little, I believed in the president. I believed in adults who made decisions for me. Then Reagan fell asleep and while he was sleeping I awoke.
When I was little, I looked at the Barbi twins in Hefner’s dirty books and still remember Vanna stripping in the late eighties. I think pornography is great.
America is never naked in front of the mirror.
Iraqi is tacky. Those sandniggers are taking everything from me. My suburban, with DVD, CD, GPS, pager, cell, greenbacks under the seat is missing from the garage and those towelheads left a camel in its place.
America save me from those ominous empires.
Communism is still alive in Nam. They tell me the whole of east was falling to communism, but Laos is a hot spot to visit now. Those gooks are too nice. When I was little, Gorby had Asia tattooed on his forehead, hellbent on washing my white underpants in hot water with that Russian hammer and sickle. China’s stars are yellow and the block around it is red. The bull sees a cape and America you charge.
America I have money saved and I am going to travel.
In Malawi, those blacks are starving but they have big bellies on television.
America why does everybody have a bomb?
America I will keep my guns and you can call me a hillbilly.
America my sex drive is suffering from worry. I take pills so my penis isn’t limp. I take pills to make me happy. I take pills so I don’t think about my job. I take pills so I can cope with the death-smell surrounding me. I take pills so the doctor will still see me.
Do you still love me?
America I graduated from college naked and you wrapped me in the flag, but it was soiled before you handed it over and now I’m covered in your shit. I see why the French think we stink. We need bidets.
I have a French flag flying outside my house, with rectangles of RED, WHITE, BLUE and my neighbors frown when they wave. They don’t understand because they think their voice can still be heard.
My larynx is flooded from lack of thirsty ears.
I saw kids in Zimbabwe sitting on tires, buckets, shell casings, then we pass and they run barefooted beside the truck until the dust drowned them like the bombs from so many planes. Those kids are still running for water.
America has California full of more rice than China. Those Chinamen are commies so don’t trust their rice. We keep it all for ourselves, argh, survival of the fittest. Feed us, fuck them.
America you kill me you so funny.
There are idiots in the streets that don’t know why we are fighting. There are idiots on the couches that think they do. I only just recently fortunately realized myself an idiot.
America how come my plate is empty?
Michael Moore, Susan Sarandon take up our cause, while sipping Bombay with stuffed bleu cheese olives on a hill in a house with a Jacuzzi and Hispanic pool boys. Don’t help me.
America where is it we will go next?
Are you serious?
America the Kurds will still be in northern Iraq when you leave.
America the Shia are sympathetic to Iran and Saddam was a Sunni.
America who can we trust?
America will fight with anyone once.
I live down the road from a mental institution. Men and women who don’t understand bombs and hate and imperialism. America I want to do a personal lobotomy. America I wish I were retarded.
America feed someone here.
America feed someone somewhere else.
I quit wearing underwear because I want to be separated from your rules. It makes as much sense as your war.
America you should legalize weed and decriminalize prostitution. Amsterdam whores look better in the window than they do naked.
America the construction companies keep building but there are so many empty buildings. How come is that?
America the constitution is dying from a bag you put over its head. How come is that?

I have a job that pays me cash. I collect it in a bottle with a lid that says: Don’t Tread on Me. Soon I will have enough to leave.
America I would never join your Marines and I will not work inside a building of steel. I wouldn’t trade an old strophe for a new Ford any day. He must have been desperate.
You made me turn this queer shoulder to the wheel.
You are to blame.
America I have unleashed my dog and we are walking away.