Nightmare Of The American Poem by Dorsey Baker

Nightmare Of The American



I'll grow my beard long
wash my body clean
and live the nightmare of
the American dream
You might ask me
for a dollar
but all I can give you
is a dime
I aint got no money but
I'm doing fine
cutting my grass
and growing mean
I'm living the nightmare
of the American dream
I'm living on the edge
of insanity
but I can still see
a glimpse of reality
the melting pot
is boiling over
once again
I'm living the nightmare
of the American dream

Monday, December 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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