America I've given you all and now I'm nothing
America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956
I can'st stand my own mind
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb.
I don't feel good don't bother me.
I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind.
America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
When will you be worthy of your million Troskyites?
America why are your libraries full of tears?
America when will you send your eggs to India?
I'm sick of your insane demands.