The Dream and the Pauper

I can breeze the smell of garbage everywhere in the streets of brooklyn the government let us down after a heat wave not sending trucks for the pick as so easy to keep the rats at bay with votes as all we need is reality a third world we became as the rich filled their pockets and my taxes for wars sorry to burst your bubble you all but me not happy with the lack of wealth not spend for the future you kidding me as the garbage we should get rid of not a revolution but spend my money on infrastructure or else and not for war palestinian israeli we are all the same all we want is our garbage out trust me religion they put down our throat to keep you silent but in god I trust and sure I can lit my candle to any saint I want but get rid of the garbage greedy bastard making trillions as a dollar in my pocket I have a voice to tell you no more as for ever america was at war to fill pockets and not yours but the ten sadly