Breathe everyone!
Breathe in the ashes of the flash in the pan that's the United States!
Take a deep breath to reflect on the death of the American dream
No, no, it wasn't quite a swift act by an ax-wielding mad man cutting through the nape of our neck
But rather this slow burn, churning a pot of scalding hot corruption
Until it turned and ruptured like a Pompeii of political pyroclast
It blasted through our lives, turning husbands on wives, mothers on brothers, lovers on others
And smothering all the oxygen from our lungs with toxic propaganda.
So how'd the American dream perish you might ask?
We haven't fired any missiles, yet we all feel a type of launch exhaust
Where we're too damn tired to care
If airborne warheads are aimed at our foreheads
Sure goose-steps and sieg heils were alive and well
But there was no hellish holocaust.
The toll is far too costly and fingers crossed we'll never be that lost
There was no revolution
Where we uprooted the big boss and tossed his freshly severed head on the lawn of the Whitehouse
From atop an improvised guillotine.
No, no, no, no, no, my former countrymen
It seems our nation's lofty aspirations were undone by one simple placement of a mirror
We saw ourselves for the first time and like Oscar Wilde's wildest stories
We deplorably withered with Old Glory like dust in the wind
We caught ourselves in statutory purgatory with accusatory oratory
And much like a suppository allegory, we got our heads stuck in our own asses
So breathe in the ashes
Feel them coat your throat while we try to rebuild atop the embers we stoked!
Because now we have nothing left but time and idle hands.