American Dreams

Like most American Dreams
it only lasts for a moment,
but eventually,
like all American Dreams,
it will be bought and sold,
followed by mass production and a
slick marketing campaign,
until it is neatly packaged,
sitting on the shelves of Wal-Mart’s,
where it will become the next big thing;

for a little while.

Hemmingway lived the dream,
now you can tour his house in Key West
for seven fifty per person,
complete with a Sloppy Joe’s souvenir mug,
at Jack London Square in Oakland,
the crowds gather to pay twice the going rate,
to eat and drink where Jack did;

or so they say.

On the beaches of Daytona and Myrtle Beach,
the doctors and lawyers have even bought the 1% dream,
in their black boots, cut-off shirts and bandanas,
riding on chromed, raked, custom paint job Harley Davidsons,
as they pretend to be outlaw, highway biker-killers for a week,
but their perfect haircuts, well-trimmed beards, and money wads
give them away.

It would seem that dreams in America
are big business,
so if you ever find an original one,
grab it up quick;

while you can still afford
to pay the price.
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