Society Can Drown Itself

Falling down in the puddle of my dreams
that Society drained from me-
sticking to me, quicksilver quicksand-
drowning in the hopes
that Society ripped from my optimistic chest,
laughing dancing twirling whirling whispering screaming
“It's only for the best.”
“You'd never make it”.
“You're not good enough.”
I hope Society sleeps under the gasoline streaked waves
in the polluted ocean of endless disappointment
they’ve created to drown
the rest of

The End

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