Good Old Ginsberg

"America"
By Allen Ginsberg

“America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 
 17, 1956.
I can't 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 Trotskyites? 
America why are your libraries full of tears? 
America 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? 
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not 
 the next world.
Your machinery is too much for me […]”


This is not the entire poem--Just the begining. You
should read the whole thing. Its funny...how things
can be so similar and unchanged in our country...even
after fifty or so years. Poor Ginsy...he would be
having an utter spiritual/hippie-buddist root canal
if he were alive to see all of this. The world needs
more artists like him.
A whole army of them.