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May 2015
I am an angry American

I do not know what to feel anymore

I went to school my whole life
I never got drunk
Or did anything wrong
I treated everyone with kindness

I cannot get a job

I am stuck in this home
My therapist she left

The person that lives here keeps announcing
What she is doing, or where she is going
Knocking on my door to tell me

I'M 30 YEARS OLD
I DON'T ******* CARE!

Where you are going
Or what you are doing

I take that large wooden pole
I wield it like a weapon
Slamming it into the bed frame

Then I go outside
Upper cutting the air
I wield it like a weapon

I am a warrior
My heart full of hate and anger
I don't want to be like this

But this life it makes me like this
Money Money Money!!!!
Every second of every day
You are reminded
That you don't have the money
And probably never will

I take those free protein bars
From the gym
And save them

And I'm going to get some *******
Canned tuna
To add to my emergency supply
The globalists want to ruin our country

The experts say it is already ruined

U.N. military vehicles
Collapsed economy
Big disasters

I am not going to any FEMA CAMP

I'm in the mountains gone
Gone so far away
With my huge emergency bag

I may only last a month or so
Before I starve to death

But I will leave free
And die free
If I must

I am an angry American!!!!!!!!!!!!
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
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