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Tales of America

The Dank Abode ------------------------ 1. Dank is the echo reflected in our lives, and at any moment flood waters may rush to greet us. A sweet hello. Our beds, our clothes and what little we own, the burglar is mother nature's own and we can only venture out and start all over. This be a claustrophobic home and it's a roof of old we lurk in. Sharing our domicile with rats and roaches, various diseases, and the realities of our past turned ghost within our eyes as we blink in disbelieve and dread it. How far we've fallen as we plunged off the edge of the end of the world. Now we sell you tickets, just to make enough to starve. Geological Deficiency ---------------------------- 2. With hunger in our bellies we greet the world waiting. A bus without an address waits to greet us as the traffic builds and anger stems behind it. We wish we still had an address to stand and start our day. The driver signals, the cars blaze and yells curse, but we're on our way to the first real meal we'll have all day. 2.5: My mother eats rocks, I saw her! ...And she grinds her teeth upon the body of the Earth. My mother eats rocks, because I need my dinner. Camping Forever -------------------------------------- 3. Beneath the sky there is no shelter, there is cold and hard cement. There are uniforms who track me where I went. The law doesn't like me for I have no place else to go. The limbo shelters hate me, for they're already full, they won't let me in so I stay out in the cold. That's why I am camping, and I think I'll camp forever. I'm not alone, there's plenty of us here, pitching our tents and chewing our beans but where else do I go? When the world doesn't want me around, I guess I'll camp forever. -------------------------------------- I apologize if any of this feels short inadequate but I was in a rush. I'll do some repairs to these when I have the time. Here is the news piece that inspired these poems. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=suJCvkazrTc

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