Projekt 8.25 (subset #84: The Land Of The Free)

Posted: 2016-11-25 in ©ddr7hd, Blick!, Да, я понимаю, Free, I March To The Beat Of My Own Drummer, я не понимаю, Polina, Projekt 8.25

Tired,

and because I can,

I climb the stairs

to my room

and lie down

on a beanbag

(does furniture get any better?).

I close my eyes and drift into the ether,

a higher plane of existence,

unconsciousness and sleep,

where I am not in control, truly,

but anything is possible.

I am floating

and I look down on America,

I like what I see,

mainly.

But talk of left and right here

baffles me.

Where I am from,

Communists and socialists *are* the conservatives,

it’s the so-called liberals who are most corrupt and debauched.

Economy and morality.

Persecution for anyone who doesn’t agree,

kiss ass,

wannabe.

Sick, sad, world.

 

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