America
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
America 5 dollars and 50 cents 13 October 2002.
I can't stand my own mind.
America when will we end the a ruthless cowardly sniper who is targeting innocent civilians
and killing them with single shots from a high powered rifle?
Go f*** off with your saddamn hussein and the whole middle east situation and the reason
we can't go over there and murder them all
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 awesome?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
America why are your libraries full of tears?

I'm addressing you.
Are you going to let our emotional life be run by the newyork times?
I'm obsessed by the newyork times.
I read it every week.

America this is quite serious.
America this is the impression I get from looking in the television set.
America is this correct?
I'd better get right down to the job.
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