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[title] => American Cheeseburger
[time] => 2009-11-18 12:37:24
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[bodytext] => Standing in line of the great American wasteland Feeding myself more garbage for the disposable trashcan Every possibility my mind can contemplate Can be handed to me silver on a Styrofoam plate And though my hunger has been gracefully met Something inside of me is not satisfied yet For I’m searching for Waldo but don’t have a clue There are just not enough options from the dollar menu I went looking for America and found her legs spread A big fat welcome into the pool where our mouths are fed Where the sharks are swimming and the water is red She said hello then gave me a smile Warm as sugar and deep as the Nile Before I knew it I was lost and my thoughts on trial She was everything beautiful but contagious like the flu Just another attraction for sale on the dollar menu The billboard extended a greeting hand To welcome the sick and hungry throughout the land Come in it said as it offered me a seat A place of comfort for my wandering feet As the false advertisement rolled through my mind’s window Filling my emptiness with dreams of being full My thoughts stood blank like a tree that never grew As answers stared back at me from the dollar menu Am I a victim or part of the crime? An innocent bystander who has found the wrong time For death is a matter of life to be said A reminder to those who are not yet dead As trees to paper and mountains to dust Everything made is bound to go bust For there is a line that we all must wait To alleviate, medicate, fornicate and create our fate As the hour on your wrist watch grows late And like a month old bill long overdue Everything you owe goes to the dollar menu Every place you go you feel you’ve been before For every town is just the same, The difference is in the name And you just wish that there was something more You see the sprawl with a smile across its face It suffocates and intoxicates But yet there is no escape For you are trapped on earth surrounded by outer space A lonely drop of water upon the ocean’s deepest blue Just another penny added to the dollar menu Is there a shortcut form 1st to last? Or are we all stuck in 2nd place waiting to be passed Are we always behind trying to catch up? Being let up, shut up, fed up, tied up, but never caught up Are we just sheep led to follow Slaughtered with the butcher’s blade of tomorrow Man-made lambs with haircuts of crew Following orders from the dollar menu Life is not handed out with a map No easy destination to follow and tramp For lost is the rule and found is the thumb And those who cannot discover are both blind and dumb From beggars to thieves and then on to kings You trample and you ramble to hold onto things And those you acquire set fire to your desires Your brain is inspired to be both wired and tired Everything you own sticks to you like glue But you still want more from the dollar menu I took the road unpaved in search of answers I could not create And though I came early I soon realized I was too late When I reached that golden top of bliss, My only prize was loneliness So I climbed back down the ladder of time To search once more the fields I left behind I had nine dollars and seven cents To buy back my existence I gave it my all and all that I knew But it was still not enough for the dollar menu Now I am stuck in that fork in the road Wondering why you burdened me with this load Left or right, up or down I need to tie my shoes but they’re tied to the ground My mind is in a civil war of sides One side Jekyll and one side Hyde The individual reacts to the conform The extraordinary freaks to the norm Up feels down and down is the new Oh my what to do? Just give me a cheeseburger from the dollar menu [comments] => 1 [counter] => 186 [topic] => 43 [informant] => zedwards [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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