THE AMERICAN DREAM

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    THE AMERICAN DREAM

     Just slithered slight right aside sighted white lied mystery
       Ignore nature to progress the stress that led your hate today
    A machine churning cogs lights ignition burning smog into submission
    Instant transmission
    Your rights are our wrongs
    Writing forbidden smitten oil slimed rhymes
    Professional liar!
    How dare you implore this mind
    like a graved dig of fool tools
     Toys glinting like jewels
    Human hands signal for school.
    Education Ears handfuls of here and there knowledge
    Like candy halloween bags swinging swine drags of this cancerous Subscription Zine
    An 'AMERICAN' dream?
    Its as hard as it seems to re-sow your seams of cattle to bestow  means of restorating battle.
    Pirspirated
    Digusting breaths of torture
    Rattle our TV stations with glut
    But for WHAT
    Prostituting sluts?
    For an economy thats rust or bust
    like Always
     no sigh of relief.
    Just the hum of the streets
    So chow down IGnorance
    Till our last little meat
    Our last remark won't be whistled just watched
    just a gentle tap on our shoulders
    Population POLLution
    Evolution
     Daos theroy of realitivity through this thistled listen
    To their steamed pistols
    Stalks of War
    Talks of more
    Grow to be.
    Never give up.
    Forevermore.



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    ginga commented on THE AMERICAN DREAM

    10-28-2009

    Trailmixed, I read this outloud in the poetry slam style and this is a fantastic piece of social angst poetry. Why I am the only one here is beyond me but your choices of words create excellent wordplay including alliteration, metaphors and onomatopoeia. This is classic slam poetry! ginga
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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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