american dreamA Poem by Beren
I used to see the world with rose-colored glasses
Of a company with blood sells it Smoke could be only in the hell and the room odor works in the best way If you can have something for your budget I lived in American dream My eyes had no shine Not a single glimmer but I could pay for California wine Hence I was the luck The love and the money Fame was under my sheets getting sweaty Peace can wait ready after a good war I’ll listen every song I see on Billboards I miss watching NYPD Blue before sunrise A cup of Turkish coffee would save the night Hangover minds wouldn’t mind the love But I am still in your arms God, come in my drunk dreams Confess me what is this all about I don’t want to write to be a one Most writers are fucked up Like they all visited a famous island I'm losing hope In the centerfold of a ridiculous lie Even Hemingway couldn't stand here in his possibly better time © 2026 BerenReviews
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