America I've given you my all & now I'm nothing.
America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
America why are your libraries full of tears?
I'm sick of your insane demands.
America the plum blossoms are falling.
-- Allen Ginsberg
And he spake many things unto them in parables
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