on June 12, 2012 by Mitchel Jonas in Poetics, Comments (0)

Busted Ass Americans

We all fight this illness
In this land of
Milk and Honey
That doesn’t exist at
Nearly the levels
In developing or poorer
Depression, the blues, the sads
The pits
Whatever we call it
It’s because we have too much time
We are too rich
We have too many resources
This allows us to
Think and to wallow
To spend less time trying to survive
And feel shitty for ourselves
If you want to cure the
Get poor
And struggle

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