she returns home
to bullshit
fried bacon
upon the pulpit
she preaches
to the fears
she dries the tears
but who hears her cries?
she use to be
a hotass
with a free pass
to ride
now only
maybelline hides
whats inside
a mommy face
a wifey grace
she's lost
no trace of her return
its the burn
of the american dream
one that seems
to be just an illusion
of grandeur
he finds her
they make sweet
here's a rock
and a corner street
view
3-4 more
and she's headed for
knocked up and broke
or a big house joke
its all the same
disney's to blame
for this nightmare
she's in a cold sweat
and you can bet
she reaches for
mommies little helper
a private treat
a secret meet
a burned out spliff
whatever can get her off
or sign her out
to what this life's about
a magic pill
she gets her fill
and checks the FUCK OUT
Silence!
finally she can breath
for one moment
of peace
she'll reach
for that slice
of "apple" pie
served up with
a lie and a side
of addiction
an american vision
of how its suppose to be
FREE?

PLEASE..

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