The American Dream

A dorm room the size of an SUV fits 3 students.
Unbathed, pre-diabetic, and gaining weight.
Learning new contents.
Falling in line.

Moldy wooden houses placed neatly in a line.
Men in navy blue suits leave them.
Precisely, quarter to nine.
The American Dream.

An artist sits at their desk, in a meaningless office.
They write poetry instead of working.
Wondering why they chose this.
An outcast.

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