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Capitalistic child of the American Dream
Dont hesitate to wake up
crying
The crisis is not approaching
It is here, now, among us,
flowing
through your veins, drifting through the airyou breathe.
I speak not of a
chemical compound,
but of the emotional pain that we have brought
uponourselves.
Great image of success
Dont exclude me from your lonely
and boring games
I wouldnt dare to raise my voice to express myinternal
outrage,
lest you strike me down,
down to the sewer where the other
rebelliouscharacters lie.
The five secretaries pool their money on Friday
andbuy lottery tickets,
after all, THEY dont want to be the ones who have
tospend the last 20 years of their lives filing morepapers.
The athlete
with the wonderful smile and alcoholicfather.
The great student who plays
piano beautifullyalso lives in fear of the repetition of rape.
Not physical,
that would only leave a strongimpression for a few years.
Instead she fears
the more fundamental type, theforcing of ideas onto her.She knows that its
happened already.
There's always the one in the back of the room.
You
see the expression on his face and think:
maybe he'd be happier dead.
Who
wouldn't after living alone?
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