The Greater Depression: A Poem by Leonard Pigg

You can’t make the world better when everything is shit

Suicide rate is rising, you can’t fire me, I quit

Kids are used to liars, thank Santa Claus

Meanwhile in Congress, they think they’re the boss

I don’t miss the past because its gone

I’m only trying to carry on

To a place away from all of this

A utopia that doesn’t reek of piss

An ideal world beyond our grasp

Surrounded by a venomous asp

Cheap shots thrown at those that speak out

Bloated aristocrats suffer from gout

All the dreamers are now insomniacs

Now all the heroes have panic attacks

Something has to give

If we are to live

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