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America®

because it is the song of myself,
i sing the song of America.
along her river,
the mill wheel was grinding,
i went seeking and finding
to the library amid the sewers.
i read the books, failed the tests,
withstood the looks and the jests
as a boy i glued my pupils to Captain America:
"sometimes the Red skull wins but usually the Green goblin"
my peers fought for footballs and females,
painted by number, thought in unison,
and wrote poetry by formula {
Under-
Neath
Interior,
Ford®
Occasionally
Raises n(umbers)ihilism of
Mor(t)ality
}
but i read the books.
three million miners extracted energy from nothing
two million more connected springs with sprockets to load the breech
one hundred sat in chairs in offices counting money
"but usually the Green goblin"
and on a pedestal, soft white hands in gray coat,
Lord Keynes spake: "we must pretend to ourselves that
fair = foul, foul = fair (like happy lambs to glorious)
for foul is useful and fair is not
Usury and Avarice and Precaution must
be our Holy Trinity for longer"
for humanity, there is a certain
Happiness in un(ex)I(ploy)Ty®(tation)
Get Beanies® @ McDonald's®
I too sing America®
and myself,
because America 'tis of me.
(soldiers raising [banner] clicking mouse)
on a pedestal, through the nimbus
Lord Gates speaketh "Ein World, Ein
Net (we're trapped)
we m(ight)ay spread i(gnor)nforma(nce)shun
to All"

along the banks of the river,
the mill wheel was grinding
the Big Mac was rite of passage
the teachers were rolling dice
the Admission Officer was drawing names from his helmet
the students were sentenced to death by circumlocution
{Governor: "were I would object alas polls speak 'no'..."}
i was using the passive voice (no-no)
"y la vida no es noble, ni buena, ni sagrada."