American Dreams
By Aaron
All the time spent chasing
You, I never knew where to go
Next. I became as a Golden
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Retriever, unable to
Attain even basic
Necessities
Despite great personal cost.
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Isolated and removed from
Society, the price to bear is mine
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Alone.
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Beyond all sense and reason,
I still find myself
Torn asunder,
Captivated by the way you move.
Hating the way you won't die.
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Aaron Richmond
I get bored and I write things. Sometimes they're good. Sometimes they're bad. Mostly they're things.
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Comments (6)
Excellent poet
Great commentary and very good poet brother
Vocalist Shrugged? Seriously, this was damn funny...and sad...
Great commentary on the fruitless pursuit of the so-called “American Dream”—or “American Dreams” as you put it in the title. We hate the idea so much, especially because it takes so much out of us, and yet we can never let it go. Congrats on your Top Story.
Great poem I enjoyed reading it. Keep up the good work.
Excellent effort! Keep up the superb work—congrats!s