Hudson Black (Hudson D. Black Poet on FACEBOOK)

In my closet
Behind Hugo Boss and dust
Lie the rotting bodies of mistakes
Outside though I smile
To you I am perfect

And the masses
Act shocked and appalled
When another is exposed for their very own sins
They point fingers on one hand
And push corpses into their closet with the other

I'm not sure what started it
Our American mythology or human nature
Just as famed Hollywood is a dump
A figment of lore
70% of detroit is abandoned
We are not the perfect country we dress for the world

And out of sight
Yes out of mind
A hint of the direction this mentality it is taking us
Empty plastic water bottles
Form an oceanic continent
A sign of what lies in store
A pretty big sign

But
The cases of water are on at Walmart for $2.99...

I say let the witch hunts continue
So that morals and standards
Whether for show or for display
Can exist in some form
Real or fabricated

Then perhaps the next generation
Will believe the illusion
And in turn make it be
Make it be