DREAM AMERICANA by Cari Oleskewicz
Paper, paper, everywhere.
Priorities and long, long lists,
It takes my life and robs my soul.
I fantasize of leaving this.
Back to Cari's Page
(in an office cubicle)
I've not much time to think.
Piles here and piles there.
It makes me want to drink.
I wonder where it started.
If a fire were to catch,
I'd not be broken-hearted.
I'd rather be on a boat.
Remembering these days of old
when possessions made me gloat.
Who needs the stress, the drama.
We're told we do, just to live
the Dream Americana.