My first real attempt at writing... The American Dream Revisited Everyday a little boy gets his fix, Two pills from the doctor erases his twitch. Tweak for the children, Trips for the tired, Weed for the lucky, And Smack for the dieing. They hook all them up, And jail us for trying. The American dream? You have to be joking. I want whatever my country is smoking.
Nice idea. It could maybe be polished a little more but the sentiment is there. I really like the last two lines. How very apt for America. Peace, A.
thanks, I have since developed my style, but this is one of my favorites. Probably because its my first
its really good...and true i hate to say...america is unravilling from the hate and hypocracy leading us...its a sad reality isnt it.