Comment 5 of 6, added on February 16th, 2006 at 10:46 AM.

This is a poem that probably came about because other retarded poets were making fun or looking down on cummings. He is basically saying-- you guys produce shit-- and the only reason why you think you are good is because you are recognized by a people that are idiot boxes (my country tis of you- land of the cluett shirt, boston garder, and spearmint girl with the wrigley eyes of you land of the arrrow ide and earl and wilson collars, of you I sing(brand names))In other words here he is saying yes america is a bunch of people who have lost themselves in the depths of a county stuck on capitalism, now only caring for artificial things that are retarded-- a shirt cannot represent who you are. (ps- goth is a mindset- not fucking wearing black)Our country has always been off (land of abraham lincoln and lidia e minkim- land above all of just add hot water and serve from every bvd(underwear company) let freedom ring) Abraham Lincoln was a president that advocated intergration and the stop of slavery, but had 200 some slaves of his own-- when he died, he did not set them free. lidia e pinkem is a lady that tried to market this amazing diet to the public- and a lot did try it-- but the diet was just so absurd that it shows how guliable america is.-the add hot water and serve comment- he is trying to say that we are so artifical we only care about clothes and status blah-- that's right you abercromies out there!Then he mocks us with the let freedom ring---because perhaps we are not free- our world if flawed into a common thinking--think outside the box.So that was basically a litte intro to tell us that america is shiste. Then he starts to talk about the poets that corrupt us or perhaps goes along with this thinking-and think their shit does not stink * I do however protest anent the unspontaneous and otherwise scented merde(frech for shit)which greets one everywhere why as divine poesy (poetry)per that and this radically defunct periodical (again- time sucks)- he is saying that poetry thought of as divine is crap. then he starts telling other poets what they do wrong-- I would suggest that certain ideas gestures rhymes like gilette razor blades haveing been used and reused to the mystical moment of dullness is not to be resharpened.*He says- knock off all the stupid rhyming and the common themes that are so repiticous THEY ARE CRAP-and are simply the same poems-- these crepuslcular violinist among my and your skyscapers were just too lovely-- saying that poets think they are creating art:beautiful music/ great things in magnitude with their poems but it is CREPULSCULAR-dreadful as sin. He then goes into a poem that is marvelled,(the snail on the thorn enter the morn and god's in his and soforth-do you get it. He is saying come on america how can you like this it is so dull-- who cares what they write it is all the same.(DO YOU GET ME)For awhile he continues to mock by comparing the world and its poets to crappy commerials (turn your shittales into drawers and if it isnt an eastman it int a kodak-- think evil car salesman---)Halelujah-- for shit-- yes you are right poets your creations are masterpieces(mock mock..mock)-therefore let us sing each and all fortissimo america i love you- carcasm-here his blood is boiling with wrath of the fake america--- yah, it pisses me off too e.e- i feel ya homie G. Oh, and about the Cleopatra and Helen thing-- they were woman that it seems to me went through hardships- cleopatra killed herself because of Marka, and either he is saying how can you make this shit romantic-doh- it is not, or he is saying that we are doing the same old stuff- nothing has changed in writing-and our writings are slow in progression of getting any better just as ancient as cleopatra (kinda hard to understand-- i love it all the same).THEN MY FAV PART- He actually describes other poets writing as pooping. i can picture it im my head as the poet writes- he poops-- ee describes it very graphically__there's a reason america who tensetended and with upward vacant eyes painfully, perpetually crouchedapon the sternly alloted sandpile- ( bent over sand pile like a cat in kitty litter)--ha ha poets you are like stupid animals *Yah!- for pic in head of fancy smancy poets with nice jackets holding their trophies and ideas in their heads of greatness pooping in a litter box.)How silently- emit a tiny violet flavored nusiance- odor oh no (of course their shit does not stink- they are far too superior)- they actually shit and the poets are so devine that it comes out as toothpaste, and goes on a toothbrush-- keep brushing shitty poets-- You rock my socks e.e. damn you are billiant-- way to be so very clever as to insult other poets that think that nothing goes by they for they are far superior, and write the poem so they cant understand it.-- sorry I got so very wrapped up this poem- my passion reflects that of the poet

Kimberly from United States