Drunk ChickenAmerica

America
America,I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
America,twodollars and twenty-seven cents,January 17,1956.
I can't stand my own mind.
Amercia,when will we end the human war.
Go f**king yourself with you atom bomb.
I don't feel good,not bother me.
Iwon'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 Trosktites.
America,why are your libraries full of tears.
Amercia,when will you send your eggs to india.
I'm sick of your insane demands.
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks.
Amercia,after all,it is you and I who are perfect,not the next world.
Your ,machinery is too much for me.
You made me want to be a saint.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.
Burroughs is in Tangiers.
I don't he will come back,it's sinister.
Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke?
I'm trying to comr to the point.
I refuse to give up my obsession.
Amercia,stop pushing,I know what I am doing.
Amercia,the pulm blossoms are falling.
I haven't read the newspapers for months.
Everyday somebody goes on trail for murder.