I remember being a child
And walking around
The residential area
Of my small town
Immediately I thought
I don’t belong here
But even more
I never want to be here
This is not my American Dream
I grew older
And now
As I look around
All I see
Are people living
The American Nightmare
Whether that means
Bars on your windows
Or a tendency
Towards
Anomic suicide
Someone lied
When they told us
That this was a fantasy
Come true
The American Dream
Is brain dead
It has gone so long
Without new life
That it is beyond resuscitation
We need not ask ourselves
Why?
What we should ask
Is this
Did it ever really exist?