Sometimes I can’t tell if I’m living the American dream or a nightmare on Elm
Street called Sesame
Seed bun in which they place the burger
King is having it his way despite the capitalist message
In a bottle the genie sleeps until you wake him up
Jump the boogey
Nights spent dreaming of day
Trading and afternoon napping wishing for slumber
Party like it’s 1999 just in time
Keeps on slipping into the future
Passed the eyes of the guard dog
Eat dog world with the huddled masses
Are for Catholics and cows eat grass
Root movements are doomed from the word “Go!”
Fly a kite and retrieve the egg from a chicken
Little is better than none, still too much for some
Thing tells me I’m not alone…
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