Howl of Independence: a mashup of the Declaration of Independence and Allen Ginsberg's Howl.

The history of the present King George is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.

He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good, the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked.

He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people, 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.

He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated, who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes.

He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo.

He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harass our people and eat out their substance, who were expelled from the academies for publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull.

He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures, who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall.

He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil Power. He ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares.

He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to Acts of pretended Legislation:
For quartering large bodies of armed troops among us: all night in submarine light of Bickford's floated out and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi's, listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox.

For depriving us in many cases, of the benefit of Trial by Jury: from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge.

For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences: a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon.

For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments: yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars.

He has plundered our seas, ravaged our coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people, who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grand father night.

He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation, and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & Perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the brilliant Spaniard to converse about America and Eternity, a hopeless task.

In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism, who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union Square weeping and undressing while the sirens of Los Alamos wailed them down.