The American Dream

The dull droning of the air

Conditioner blends sweet

Chemicals through my hair.

We all just want the American

Dream, but shouldn’t the 

cost cause us to care? 

Whats enough?

Enough to fill

A tank of gas or buy

Her a round of shots?

Enough for rings

And shiny things,

Or how about robots?

From self driving cars, To 

self serve bars, progress

comes sooner than we thought.

Morning glory of my

Budding mind, bursts

Up beneath the rot.

Hapless visions of a

Hopeless fool, risen high

Above waking thought.

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