Living the Dream

My nightmare is so tangible...so vividly I dream, The dream, it feels so true to me...reality it seems. Exhaust and smoke are all I breathe...the air is full of smog... The job I do is thankless toil, but I work it like a dog. There's mercury in the fish I eat...there're toxins in my food... And drugs, they are a constant scourge...myriads for every mood. Bipolar is my government...a house divided 'tis... And corporations drive both sides...in the pockets of "Big Biz". The icecaps, they are melting...the sea is rising, too. Pandas, condors, polar bears -- empty cages at the zoo. My money ne'er seems quite enough...I'm always out of cash... My freedom fled when I wed my bride...(live I under the lash). "Entertainment"? Reality TV...maybe some vampire shows... Or idjits becoming household names for being beachfront "ho's". People clamor "climate change" from the seats of S.U.V.'s, And bitter news on the honey front...what's killing all the bees? Politicians spending more...we go deeper in the red. Opinions dressed as "news" abound...is journalism dead? Cell phones are ubiquitous...conversation's endangered now... And "Kardashians" are famous girls..but who knows why or how? How strange my twisted psyche is t'make real what must be fake... Now'f only I could find some way to get myself to wake. Written on November 27th, 2012 By Daniel Beus (Rebel Sun)