I was duped, conditioned to believe
That the fantasy was really meant for me,
When all along my happiness had fled.
The American dream become a
Nightmare, as money became my new god.
Those sly, tantalizing commercials, depicting success:
Driving the new car,
Or having all the right cards,
Became a snare.
A ravenous trap that can’t be adequately fed.
I dream of liberty outside the clutches of
The money tree that I have become.