Breathe everyone!

Breathe in the ashes of the flash in the pan that′s the United States!

Take a deep breath to reflect on the death of the American dreamNo, no, it wasn't quite a swift act by an ax-wielding mad man cutting through the nape of our neck

But rather this slow burn, churning a pot of scalding hot corruption

Until it turned and ruptured like a Pompeii of political pyroclast

It blasted through our lives, turning husbands on wives, mothers on brothers, lovers on others

And smothering all the oxygen from our lungs with toxic propaganda.

So how′d the American dream perish you might ask?

We haven't fired any missiles, yet we all feel a type of launch exhaust

Where we're too damn tired to care

If airborne warheads are aimed at our foreheads

Sure goose-steps and sieg heils were alive and well

But there was no hellish holocaust.

The toll is far too costly and fingers crossed we′ll never be that lost

There was no revolution

Where we uprooted the big boss and tossed his freshly severed head on the lawn of the Whitehouse

From atop an improvised guillotine.

No, no, no, no, no, my former countrymen

It seems our nation′s lofty aspirations were undone by one simple placement of a mirror

We saw ourselves for the first time and like Oscar Wilde's wildest stories

We deplorably withered with Old Glory like dust in the wind

We caught ourselves in statutory purgatory with accusatory oratory

And much like a suppository allegory, we got our heads stuck in our own asses

So breathe in the ashes

Feel them coat your throat while we try to rebuild atop the embers we stoked!

Because now we have nothing left but time and idle hands.