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I.
I know what we all want to have
I want a cinematic lifestyle
Full of luxuries
And without burdens
The lights, the car
The fame
But the cinematic
Want the agnostic everyday American lifestyle
The bills, the stress
Bad credit
The routine
The privacy
. . . But we can't have everything?
II.
Death girls in church choirs
Singing to hitchhikers
Along the American highway
With money in their eyes
And blood on their lips
They kiss the fingertips
Of those who haven't received bliss
But teenagers do cherish
The thought of God
They think with their c**k & v*g*na
And we spread the disease
III.
I smell the cologne
From the exhausted journey men
The scent is familiar
The scent is death
IV.
A baby comes out bloody
Between the legs of a new mother
The baby is darling
The baby is cute, precious
But when the baby mutates to adulthood
Has that mother raised a killer?
Has that baby raped your daughter?
Did that baby give you A.I.D.S?
All cuddled up
And heavenly in your arms
Do you wonder if you're holding
A future murderer?
V.
High school party girls
Spread their legs and let
The vultures inside
To rest their eggs
Inside the nests
Nurtured by a warm womb
From the whore
VI.
Black-eyed Judy walks
Hand-in-hand
With drug addicted Bob
They shop for clothes
For the secretly pregnant
Daughter Erica whose boyfriend
David sexually abuses
His sister
Teresa who
Cries in the arms of her
Alcoholic Mom who is hiring
A hitman to kill her husband Brandon
Who is having an affair with Judy
A circle moves
In an American mall
VII.
Deadlines and boundaries
Schedules
Mandatory meetings
Quantity peran hour
Limits of the free
Handcuffs, torture, a device
Stress, confusion
An empty stare into
A black wall
Sitting nobly in your chair
Upright
Must-see-TV
Green wallpaper
Your work is due
Trying to work within
The limits of time
VIII.
I order, I say
Therefore, you must obey
Anguished echoes
Bouncing off church bells
Before they count the hour
Problems tend to cease
And a voice starts to sour
You don't have the right
Nor the power
I am the USA president
The new dictator
So on your knees
And bow to me
Because my plan is beauty
My plan is large
For those of you
I have to warn
You may recoil
In an imperial charge
Because I command
I'm your superior
My word is immutable
I say
So therefore, you must obey.
--- A scene from your job.
VIV.
I don't know
Maybe the American landscape
Would be a better
More luxuriant
Real estate
If everybody everyday
Looked in the mirror
And told themselves
“I am a good person
I do make a difference
Everyday in every way
I'm becoming a better person
I'm becoming more productive”
And maybe it would be
A good idea
To scream
“I AM SOMEBODY”
At the top of your lungs
For five minutes
Every morning and everyday
That way
We can
Start the day
With good self-esteem
And a positive attitude
That way we can enter the business world
In the healthiest state of mind
So we can rid the problems & prolong the future
Along the unpaved highway
Words by Ryan Cano
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