I brought you this poem from an angry lover,
Because you were ready for it,
Because you needed your ass slapped,
Because I should have left you a long time ago,
But I could not surrender your sweet parts,
Just as I could not make you understand yourself.
 
Oh America, why have you been so wild, so stupid?
So knocked up on sex with bad ideas?
America, you have become a slut
Walking down after hour alleys
With dubious parsons of the night.
America, you need a good bath.
 
We were happy once, Oh America.
I drove your curves beneath the good sun.
I studied the bosom of your mountains,
Your orgasmic rivers and the steam rising
From your everlasting hot springs at Yellowstone.
I tasted the hot juice of your prodigal lips,
Reflected in the windows of Manhattan.
But you’ve gone fucking around again,
Shooting up with bad company.
It’s time for an intervention.
 
I am going to steal your clothes, Oh America.
And strap you to a cactus, and feed you
Good medicine to make you well.
See the strong men in the doorway?
See my strong hands, waiting to shake you
From the opium haze of false dreams?
Come now America my love.
It is time to pay Jesus
     For your sins.