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?

Tribute.

Such truth, demand-ripped from the bowels
of America. She who dawns beauty draped in silver-
stars, stripes of blood pooling at the southern
border that's freshly lit with freshly rolled maryjane
thangs. Such insane freedom; she gleans gaiety
and who are we to mock her? Poets.

Yay - that she may never go down,
for her torch might signify Ginsberg's pen.


Happy National Poetry Month!