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[asuburbanman]

you ever spend a whole day thinking about a string of events that it bothers you to the point where you have to write it down. well that has been happening the past few days, so here is a bad sample of writing just to perhaps start to work on something that may someday become good.

ember lights racing around the bend
screeching of the rails begging for an end
a woman swimming amongst her own blood
but yet the results of dancing with stars become more important

do you think they felt the pain?
wondering what they would have one day became
but dont worry your recliner and remote will save you
your scapegoats are becoming more far-fetched as years go by

do you realize that the metal was so entangled the remains were barren
that the numbers game is not what matters
and the motive became more important than her life
blood, guts, glory, you just want all the details

the victims have become yesterdays news
while another tragedy awaits to strike
but another reality show serves as its wake
America, a nation full of the fickle.

our only hope is etenral rain.