by Brett Stout
concrete,
leads
the way to a bleak landscape
greed
and gluttony oh my capitalist beast,
corporate
isolation,
surrounding
me
covering
me
smothering
me
with
their trademarked logos
of
hate and oppression,
atom
bombs,
are
released in euphoria
as
the suburbs of utopia lay in rubble
once
pale men turn to charcoal colored dust,
the
lab rats,
are
released from their captivity
they
sit on my couch and watch cable TV
growing
disillusioned and obese
they
truly are Americans now
value
sized and cheap.
Biography:
Brett
Stout is a 33-year-old artist and writer. He is a high school dropout
and former construction worker turned college graduate and Paramedic.
He creates art while mainly hung-over from a small cramped apartment
in Myrtle Beach, SC.
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