"My national resources consist of two shots of vodka my own yielding flesh a trove of late night utterances and tunes sung too softly to be categorized and twentyfivethousand aversion therapy sessions”

"America when will you realize that my lips on hers will not bring hellfire down nearly as swiftly as the damage you’re doing to the ozone?"

A couple of the better lines that I’ve written for this “America” imitation poem I have to do for class. It’s giving me trouble