knew he was up
to no good
the minute he
passed
with that
crooked grin
and star
spangled eyes
furious over
what he believed
to be the
American dream
can’t say I blame
him
for taking the
idea out past
the edge of
what society deems normal
how would they
know anyhow
the air is
definitely colder down here
not offended
but still unsure of my footing
he is stumbling
through everyone
they wait for the
time bomb to blow
he is somehow
still in control
he makes the
call he doesn’t even realize
and his suit
smells like moth balls
his American dream
is unlike the rest
his whole
reality is twisted
fitting his
daily struggle with the madness
who is the
right mind here
when will the
lights stop blinking…
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