Chad Weatherford

Deconstructing Ginsberg

 

America, I must admit

your ghettos

are quite sexy

 

But I'm afraid

there's never

enough fluff

 

Perhaps you should

jerk yourself off

just a bit more

 

Maybe we should

give children guns

at birth

 

Could it be

the make-up

and not the whore?

 

America, when will we

find a way

to impregnate the fetus?

 

America, you have succeeded.

 

We're all uttering

the same mantra:

 

"I'm not gonna be the one

left not holding a gun"

 

America, I want to tell Allen

that you have taken off your clothes

and seen yourself through the grave

 

It wasn't that big after all.

 

America, I'm not being sarcastic

when I say that satire

is just another gimmick

 

I may be the writer

but you'll always hold the pen

 

America, you've taken

your most important issues

and turned them into math

 

One eye=one eye

One tooth=one tooth

 

But hunger

can't be added or subtracted

and the teeth

are getting sharper

 

America, many of your children

are so hungry

that they drop out of school

and never learn their math

 

America, if you can't tell me

that everything's gonna be alright

maybe you could get

Cristina Agua-Goo-Goo-Whatever-Her-Name-Is

to do it for you

 

America, I don't count anyway

'cuz I'm not

making any money

off of this

 

America, I should have

better things to do

than talk

to your sorry ass.

 

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