"America poems" for us post-patriotic, post-nationalist, post-4th-of-July-party types

(click on each line for the corresponding poem).

America how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?
Each singing what belongs to him or her or to none else
Oh, the English know their dahlias, but what about doowop, donuts, Dick Tracy, Tricky Dick?

They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed

the wind still blows over
Savannah

I speak as an American to the leaders of my own nation
testing whether that nation, or any  nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure.

god blessed america when he made you   
Now I want you to come over here and kiss me on the mouth.