"bmw" poems - Hello Poetry

It started with a pen, and wound up in English. No diction, addiction, or ambition, to get published. “Don’t scream and you’ll look normal.” Screaming “MISOGYNY!” if screaming at all, I’ve seen the great minds of my generation addicted to Adderall. Some friends who get wasted, and I remain sober. Cheap ‘03 cars, yet, no ones coming over. Actors without work now, no one with opportunity. Suicidal crazies now, crafted from 80’s and 90’s responsibility, and A is for Adderall. Sugar coated heroine, designer drugs. Poor blacks, whites, mexicans, and asians swept under the rug. “The father, the son, the invisible hand.” Crack in prisons, ***** holy ******* in a BMW, Feminism, becomes communism, becomes atheism becomes you. You so counter-culture, you forgot about us, “She’s not an angel friends, throw her under the bus.” Politicians in purple now, blessed American royalty. Slaughter the disenfranchised, poor, socialist regime, and A is for Adderall. Don’t shoot the police, shoot the children instead, or send them to war, but the war had to end. “In god we trust, but in the market we invest.” So occupy Wall Street, and get called a hippie, or occupy college, and become a dead beat? In high school you’re told, be what you will be. Cancer is still a… “…” …Hereditary disease. Actors without work still. Politicians lying still. Suicidal crazies. Ecstasy filled crazies. Counter-culture conformist. Culture conformist. Eco-terrorist. Mindless consumer. Junkies, addicts, soldiers, students, leaders, followers, murderers, democrats, conservatives, liberals, republicans, child molesters, sexists, racists. No more labels. It was every single individual. Individual failure. One by one, we were all found guilty. You are guilty. I am guilty, and A is for Adderall, and the new marginalized.

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Mar 25, 2014

Mar 25, 2014 at 9:43 PM UTC

austin-heath

"Adderall [the New Marginalized]."

It started with a pen, and wound up in English. No diction, addiction, or ambition, to get published. “Don’t scream and you’ll look normal.” Screaming “MISOGYNY!” if screaming at all, I’ve seen the great minds of my generation addicted to Adderall. Some friends who get wasted, and I remain sober. Cheap ‘03 cars, yet, no ones coming over. Actors without work now, no one with opportunity. Suicidal crazies now, crafted from 80’s and 90’s responsibility, and A is for Adderall. Sugar coated heroine, designer drugs. Poor blacks, whites, mexicans, and asians swept under the rug. “The father, the son, the invisible hand.” Crack in prisons, ***** holy ******* in a BMW, Feminism, becomes communism, becomes atheism becomes you. You so counter-culture, you forgot about us, “She’s not an angel friends, throw her under the bus.” Politicians in purple now, blessed American royalty. Slaughter the disenfranchised, poor, socialist regime, and A is for Adderall. Don’t shoot the police, shoot the children instead, or send them to war, but the war had to end. “In god we trust, but in the market we invest.” So occupy Wall Street, and get called a hippie, or occupy college, and become a dead beat? In high school you’re told, be what you will be. Cancer is still a… “…” …Hereditary disease. Actors without work still. Politicians lying still. Suicidal crazies. Ecstasy filled crazies. Counter-culture conformist. Culture conformist. Eco-terrorist. Mindless consumer. Junkies, addicts, soldiers, students, leaders, followers, murderers, democrats, conservatives, liberals, republicans, child molesters, sexists, racists. No more labels. It was every single individual. Individual failure. One by one, we were all found guilty. You are guilty. I am guilty, and A is for Adderall, and the new marginalized.