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May 2015
people
people
people
people
**** people
and their dreams
of white fences
and tidy suits
and red convertibles
**** that life

oh the profanity
the profanity!
you serious *******,
do I terrify?

I’m watching
all natural disasters at once
melting all together
morphing into
this human race

american exceptionalism!
I’m dead
in my boots
walking across
the shriveled streets
of rolling cornfields
of the past’s future
of the optimism
the ******* optimism
that is nothing but words
that is nothing but hope
we can’t eat hope
we can’t drink hope

time to starve
and pretend
that we’re
changing
when we never
moved
in the first place
Sam Stone Grenier
Written by
Sam Stone Grenier  25/M/Wisconsin
(25/M/Wisconsin)   
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