Tirade Poem by Steven Elsner

Taught to grow up to be like a movie star,
With women hanging on your arms,
Driving in the biggest, nicest car,
With fans running up in swarms.

I guess the American dream,
Ain't everything it was meant to seem.
People fighting for their piece of the pie,
Poverty stricken 'till the day they die.

Currency is just a lie away,
How many of you will get try today?
To get ahead of the mob,
Don't even start to sob.

This is life as we know it,
This is slavery and we know it,
Peace, love, and unity.
Are all immune to me.

Working to the bone,
Towards everything we've known.
Fame.
Just for someone to remember our name.

Wasted time spent lavishly,
The way we live is dastardly.
Idolizing false prophets,
Trying to make some profit.

This was my first tirade,
A one man crusade,
Against everything I see portrayed.