Comfortable_Liar

The Game Of Who Needs Who The Worst
2003-11-14 21:58:23 (UTC)

America sucks

In a forest of stone underneath a corporate canopy where
the sun rarely filters down and the ground is not so soft,
it's not so soft. They build buildings to house people
making money or they build buildings to make money off of
housing people, it's true like a lot of shit is true. I'm
foraging for a phonebooth on the forest floor that is not
so soft, I look up it looks like the buildings are burning
but it's just the sun...setting in the windows: the solar
system calling an end to another business day eternally
circling signaling the rhythmic clicking on and off of
computers, the pulse...of the American machine. The
pulse...that draws death dancing out of anonymous side
streets, you know, the ones that always get dumped on and
never get plowed. It draws death dancing out of little
countries with funny languages where the ground is getting
harder and it was not that soft before. And those who
call the shots are never in the line of fire. Why, when
there's life for hire out there. If a flag of truth were
raised we could watch every liar rise to wave it. Here we
learn America like a script. Playwright, birthright, same
thing. We bring ourselves to the role. We're all
rehearsing for the presidency, you know I always wanted to
be commander in chief of my one woman army. But I can
envision the mediocrity of my finest hour. It's the
failed America in me. It's the fear that lives in a
forest of stone underneath the corporate canopy where the
sun rarely filters down and the ground is not so soft.
It's not so soft.




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