America, The Next Generation

America, you hang me upside down

by my ankles like a salt shaker.

America, you haven’t freed the slaves.

America, you kick the pregnant womb

and watch it bleed on television.

America, you struck oil!

America, you killed Jesus Christ.

America, you stand in lines sucking tail

pipes waiting for Disneyland to open.

America, you rape the bottom line.

America, you whitewash the flag.

America, you won’t print this because

it offends you.

America, you drink poisoned water.

America, you deserve a licking.

America, you evict families in the name

of balancing the budget.

America, blame it on your parents.

America, you can’t live without

another war.

America, you believe George Bush.

America, you erect 100-story mirrors

that scratch the clouds.

America, the angels are laughing at you.

America, you’re afraid to pull the plug.

America, the world is watching.

And they want to take your all-new,

totally-redesigned, anti-lock brakes,

anti-theft, power-steering, air-conditioned,

driver’s-side air-bag convertible

away from you with more-horsepower-

than-you-know-what-to-do-with and drive

it off into the sunset.

America, aren’t you sick of this? I am.

America, I won’t have it your way on a

sesame seed bun, with the real thing.

America, McDonalds is the world’s largest

purchaser of cow anuses.

America, I don’t want your spare change.

America, I love the smell of my own farts.

America, I have an ulterior motive. I am the

Revolution.

America, the British are coming. The British are

coming.

America, I masturbate everyday. It’s my duty.

America, it ain’t over till it’s over.

America, the CIA is selling you cocaine.

America, I’m stuck in stop and go traffic.

America, I wish you could pick me out in

a crowd and say hello and mean it.

America, I’ve got a call coming in on

the other line.

America, you can’t escape yourself.

America, you shoot first and ask

questions later.

America, only homeboys have gun fights

in the middle of the streets.

America, they’re coming to a neighborhood

near you.

America, you’re afraid of people with long hair, ear

rings, silk panties, flannel suits, silver badges, gay

voices, big dicks, little dicks, tits, Bibles,

compassionate hands, homeless hands,

dead hands.

America, I don’t feel powerless.

America, I’m the mad hound from hell.

America, you have 30 days to clear out of town.

America, the money’s gone.

America, you buy your head between

the thighs of Chase Manhattan Bank.

America, your leaders gouge out their

eyes and stuff them into money purses.

America, you buy Snake Water from

Satan for no money down,

no payments till March.

America, you stole this land in the name of God.

America, the mountains have been here

longer than you.

America, you want it all and you want it now.

America, you step on your Mother’s face to get

ahead.

America, you cut me off on the freeway.

America, you defecate on sidewalks.

America, your Fathers are ashamed.

America, where the hell is Yankee Doodle Dandy

now?

America, Popeye can’t find his spinach.

January, 1991

America, The Next Generation

America, you hang me upside down

by my ankles like a salt shaker.

America, you haven’t freed the slaves.

America, you kick the pregnant womb

and watch it bleed on television.

America, you struck oil!

America, you killed Jesus Christ.

America, you stand in lines sucking tail

pipes waiting for Disneyland to open.

America, you rape the bottom line.

America, you whitewash the flag.

America, you won’t print this because

it offends you.

America, you drink poisoned water.

America, you deserve a licking.

America, you evict families in the name

of balancing the budget.

America, blame it on your parents.

America, you can’t live without

another war.

America, you believe George Bush.

America, you erect 100-story mirrors

that scratch the clouds.

America, the angels are laughing at you.

America, you’re afraid to pull the plug.

America, the world is watching.

And they want to take your all-new,

totally-redesigned, anti-lock brakes,

anti-theft, power-steering, air-conditioned,

driver’s-side air-bag convertible

away from you with more-horsepower-

than-you-know-what-to-do-with and drive

it off into the sunset.

America, aren’t you sick of this? I am.

America, I won’t have it your way on a

sesame seed bun, with the real thing.

America, McDonalds is the world’s largest

purchaser of cow anuses.

America, I don’t want your spare change.

America, I love the smell of my own farts.

America, I have an ulterior motive. I am the

Revolution.

America, the British are coming. The British are

coming.

America, I masturbate everyday. It’s my duty.

America, it ain’t over till it’s over.

America, the CIA is selling you cocaine.

America, I’m stuck in stop and go traffic.

America, I wish you could pick me out in

a crowd and say hello and mean it.

America, I’ve got a call coming in on

the other line.

America, you can’t escape yourself.

America, you shoot first and ask

questions later.

America, only homeboys have gun fights

in the middle of the streets.

America, they’re coming to a neighborhood

near you.

America, you’re afraid of people with long hair, ear

rings, silk panties, flannel suits, silver badges, gay

voices, big dicks, little dicks, tits, Bibles,

compassionate hands, homeless hands,

dead hands.

America, I don’t feel powerless.

America, I’m the mad hound from hell.

America, you have 30 days to clear out of town.

America, the money’s gone.

America, you buy your head between

the thighs of Chase Manhattan Bank.

America, your leaders gouge out their

eyes and stuff them into money purses.

America, you buy Snake Water from

Satan for no money down,

no payments till March.

America, you stole this land in the name of God.

America, the mountains have been here

longer than you.

America, you want it all and you want it now.

America, you step on your Mother’s face to get

ahead.

America, you cut me off on the freeway.

America, you defecate on sidewalks.

America, your Fathers are ashamed.

America, where the hell is Yankee Doodle Dandy

now?

America, Popeye can’t find his spinach.

January, 1991