The 20s
The people were out of luck.
The music sucked.
The American dream
was just some evil scheme.
The world was a thrill ride
to the people who lied.
There was murder, fights,
and lots of suicide.
Nobody had any pride.
Times were tuff
and days were rough.
The president never did a good deed.
I think he needed some weed.
Copyright © Blake Holland | Year Posted 2016
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