I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,

dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,

angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,

who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats

floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,

From Howl by Alan Ginsberg

They drop Names with Tame Acclaim.  
Saddam to blame?  Lame.
Lay Claim, and then Defame... Shame!
Life is not an exhibition Game.

Freedom fries.  No Allies?
A pack of lies.
Outing spies - unwise!  Alibis?
Sensationalize for my eyes.  
Decriminalize.  Surprise!  Evil underlies.  
Torture wins a Nobel Prize.
Don't improvise.  Say your goodbyes.
Please advise, there's no reprise.

They drop Names with Tame Acclaim.  
Saddam to blame?  Lame.
Lay Claim, and then Defame... Shame!
Life is not an exhibition Game.
But they still Overcame.

Freedom fries.  No Allies?
A pack of lies.
Outing spies - unwise!  Alibis?
Sensationalize for my eyes.  
Decriminalize.  Surprise!  Evil underlies.  
Torture wins a Nobel Prize.
Don't improvise.  Say your goodbyes.
Please advise, there's no reprise.

Friends and neighbors in a green Trance.
Dance with France?  No chance.
At first Glance, a vast Expanse... Eyes Askance.
Emboldened in an empty Stance.
Refinance!  Like a rain dance with a sand lance.
War romance. High finance.
Need another cash Advance?

Scooter, Scooter, on my Computer.
He's a grassy knoll Shooter;
A neocon Looter;
Pockets filled with Pewter.
Please find a Recruiter
for my friend Scooter.

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