i've cried too long for things i couldn't change
wrong women, wrong time
wrong #'s with no answer
the women were the wrong colour to please anyone but me
the wrong amount of education to be brainwashed in an acceptable fashion
the wrong social standing
wrong wrong wrong wrong

where does inspiration hide
through what gate must a soul pass
to arrive beside angels and muses
the divisions of the wealthy
have had their fair share of creativity
and the obsessions spiral into the void

no place for an american
in the land of lost dreams
no place to build something beautiful
bigots and tiers fuck you all
i'm out of here

Thank you, guest! I enjoyed that!