I'm not a poet, but I write poetry/I'm not a producer, but I produce music.

11/1/11

America...

You are a NIGHTMARE that assaults my innocent sweet dreams.

The JAGGED ROCK in the soul of my worn down shoe.

The BITTER taste in my day old coffee.

The JUDAS who betrayed the one who saved you.
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You are a GREEDY lech that sucks the hope from the living souls of men.

The FRUSTRATION that gives power to my cheap ballpoint pin.

You are a CALLOUS pimp that prospers from the sweat of my brow.

The MERCILESS bully that steals the stale bread from the starving child.

You are a roaming KLEPTOMANIAC that pillage the villages of foreign land.

An oil thirsty BEAST with a heart of stone that torments the lowly man.

You are AMERICA...Hell on earth.






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