Your deeds are as dark as
the water you pollute to afford that suit.
Your greeds a golden tea cup
spilling out all the seas.
Your minds a spitting image
of the god of apathys.
Your crimes are as hefty
as your fathers and his boss's.
You readily have them muted
thousands of jobs is what it costs.
Your existance is as filthy
as the shit kept in those sleeves.
Your wife knows none of this
You'll smile as she leaves.
You became who you are for a nametag
one which reads:
The American Dream.
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