- Non-Erotic Poetry
- God Bless America
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Shame. I live in America, land of the free, home of the brave. Bullshit. Democracy, free speech, equal rights for all...it's horse shit. Instead, I see fifty states still thick with the stence of racism, greed, and the complete ability wipe such hateful feelings out of this...America.
I am, you are, we are fully capable of making changes that surpass the size of even our wildest dreams. Instead we get up and shout about how it is impossible to make such changes in this land of the American Dream. Happy suburban families can eat their damn frozen dinners and shove to the back of their minds the unfortunate souls that ALSO inhabit your city. Right?
I mean, who has time for the hungry and homeless when you've got your own things to do. No one wants to be bothered. We suffer from diseases...sloth, greed, hatred. I mean really, why be bothered? This is America, after all.
