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i awoke in a sweat from the american dream.

pulled the sleeping bag back over my eyes to sleep

and woke up to a cop telling me i can't camp here anymore.

it's daylight. i'm in the woods.

i'm hung over.

i don't want to wake up.

i don't want to dream.

i don't want to see.

i don't want to eat fake food anymore

or drink water with chemicals in it.

i don't want to breathe

i don't want to exist in this realm of

egotistical no quick fixical self-destructical don't give a fucktical

chaotical dark music playing from the cars i walk by

a portal to the underworld.

non-poetic speakers blasting i fucked your bitch,

ignorant kids brainwashed with hate

i want to scream

and kill everything in sight so it can do me no harm.

but then i'm just as bad

im baffled and hassled and rascals still rattle my shattered ego,

picking up the pieces of my brain, rearranged

i am a rat in a cage

charged with barbed wire rage

hold me

mold me

fold me up

toss me into the abyss

maybe someone gives a shit there

but probably not