The American Dream died today and with it the hopes and dreams of no name after no name left with no choice but to feed the hand that bit them. The Dream is survived by the newly emerging and fragile Canadian Dream and the uncertain future of the Puerto Rican Dream.... or as some call it... nightmare...
In a press conference earlier this morning, nervous looking witnesses could identity no subjects, and in a potentially unrelated note, a key witness was found in a ditch with a bullet in her brain. Investigators have ruled the death a suicide.

It's a playground made up stories every day
Arbitrary rules to games they say you've got to play
Goldman sack of shit leave me alone
this playground isn't yours to own

The American Dream died today, somewhere between the second and third monkey bars when little Johnny realized that no matter how many recesses he spent waiting in line for the big swing on the swing set, he would never get a turn. Because no matter how many times the bullies cut in line, or how many times little Johnny stood up to the bullies, his classmates never recognized that the bullies only had their power because they let him have it, and the shallow comfort they got by siding with the powerful only ensured that no one who waited their fair turn would ever get a chance on that big swing.

It's a playground made up stories every day
Arbitrary rules to games they say you've got to play
Goldman sack of shit leave me alone
you're the problem- dude, I'm going home.