American Dreams
• Written by Vanntriliquist
He sits there, in his chair, and he stares, at a screen,
as he screams, and he swears, at American dreams,
as unfair, as it seems, they're completely aware,
but its rare, that they care, they're nowhere to be seen,
so compare, their new suits, to the tear, in your jeans,
cause you don't, have the means, to repair, all the seams,
They won't share, any loot, cause they're terrible fiends,
and they don't, even know, what charity means.
It's very obscene, have you seen, the hysteria,
burying teens, the disease, and Malaria,
Areas deemed, quarantined, cause they carry the,
Scariest virus, if I was exposed,
I would lie, there and die, with some flys, up my nose
they advise, all of those, who confide, in the pros,
that its safer, inside, if you hide, I suppose,
if you close, the windows, cause outside, is your foe.
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Vanntriliquist
Member since June 10 2014