Laurence Rene's World

So in the dark of the night I wrote some words, call it poetry if you will, inspired by some madness I read.

This is quite unusual as there is no song yet but just the flow of words.

Oh Great America..

And they say guns equal safety..

More guns, more guns, don’t you dare wake me

from this beautiful American dream of freedom, liberty & democracy?

Leave the weak to die on your streets, Elders waste away with nothing to eat.

Out of sight out of mind from this picket fenced suburbia, all pretend smiles and macho high fives

A twisted pride so inbred from birth

that they would never even question. Is this really the utopia of earth?

Or actually idiocricy, bureaucracy gone mad

From a nation that worships stars on a flag

All just actors on stage USA

United slaves of agony, there will be no Hollywood ending today…

But don’t blame to the talkshow hosts, the corporations own you

They are the ones that dictate your fate, that choice you made was fed, watered and paid for

by these narcissistic creatures with their mannequin like plastic features

victims of culture, the yellow eyed vultures eye their next feast.

oh great america you’re as good as dead, buried, deceased.