America is nothing but a backroom
in constant desquamation .
Compulsion where beast and brainiac
merge together...
Temple hustlers are just shady dealers
selling empty souls .
Barbie is donald duck's submissive chick
and the old stepmother looks at the world
with her iron eyes .
I shake black hands that give birth
by killing ragdolls between four ropes
of insanity...
In the shadow of dream zero its always cold.
So ,I outta here with this rapacious horde
of believers on the road to hell ...
But I know that god will be waiting for me.
Or an old dog with a calm look .
Mom, tomorrow will no longer be
a day of infamy !
The fall harvest calls me back home.
Would I still be this illusion
drafting from a river to the ocean ?
In my season of wandering
I will hitch a ride to fate .
Maybe Jack will stop to let me read
a passage from his memoirs ?
Or,who knows, a pastor from another era ?
And then I would built a life
with an ebony girl
in a remote corner of Mississipi...
Bonnie and clyde will be my neighbors
and invite me over for thanksgiving...
Liberty offers me an amendment
to live far from a house of the rising sun...
Tomorrow ,you who have lost everything ,
your forever stiff will shine
in the hall of female !
In this baller crib ,where the stars
never sleep ,
the temple merchants chant me
the happy-go- lucky low-end ...
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lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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A complicated America, a violent America, an exhausted America, but also an open, fertile America, a land of escape and of quest, of magnificent illusions and hopes.
A country full of immense potential but it is still young ...
Love this write Lorenz I heard that Lincoln stepped on ants not caring whether they were red or black. Actually he didn't care and took the day off to go to the theater.
I hope the president has a good evening and forgets all his worries !
The show blew his mind
Well written, the poem expresses a complex reflection on American society, exploring themes of disillusionment, identity, and the search for belonging. It portrays America as a place of chaos and contradiction, where innocence is lost, and societal structures are questioned. The imagery suggests a struggle between hope and despair, as the speaker navigates through a landscape filled with both despair and the possibility of connection and redemption. The references to cultural icons and personal experiences highlight the juxtaposition of aspiration and reality in the American experience.
Do we know what awaits us at the end of the road ? God, the devil , or a good old dog ?
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