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A prose poem by


Submitted Aug 15, 2007, 7:12:23 PM


In a country owned by white collars
Your most important attribute
Is your amount of dollars
Sent to school, then to work
Wasting away day by day
Not much you can do
To your dismay
Until one night you gaze at the night sky decor
Looking and wanting for something more
But never mind astronomy
Because your entire life's purpose
Has been to boost the economy
In a country where you're the slave
Because you only have freedom
Until you misbehave
End up stuck in a 6x10 cell
Alive in a hell
Do whatever you want
Just don't get caught
You'll only end up
Alone and distraught

In the land of the free
Home of the brave
Equal opportunities for all
Unless you're Indian, Black, Jewish, or Gay
This is where the civilians are large
However I still love this fucking country
I just can't stand the people in charge.


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Commented Aug 16, 2007, 4:49:58 PM
hey man,
I am not much into poetry but this kicks ass! Many Americans in the "middle class" feel this way. Good insight.