The American Nightmare



This is a political poem. Its rhythm is faster than a lot of my other work, almost like a rap song.

Its the American Nightmare

Livin on Wellfare

Beggin and stealin

Tryna make ends meat


While the American Wet Dream

Is swimmin through Wall Street

Wheelin and Dealin

Leave the people behind


I'm your American Nightmare

An intelligent corsair

Come on in

The water's fine


They say that the Sunshine

Cleanses better than quinine

So open the books

If you've got nothing to hide


But whenever you find me

You'd best get behind me

'Cause whatever's before me

Is falling away

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