Laying roses on grave site forgiveness, and constant flows of body bags sag down streaming media coverage of things going wrong, people dying, and blood gut rut, soothing flow of numbing dumbs voids filled on spending, mending souls of lifetimes put on hold, for the dream of one day getting your way, having the last word, and doing what you want, with 5 years till retirement, in a system boiled over with bureaucratic plastic minions, of mounds of paperwork that must be scanned in, before data deposits on fat deposits, of one pill wonders, on seemingly perfect suburban utopia, yard work, and flag flying, dying on desert lands far from any American Values, regurgitated on refurbished lofts in cracked out, needled out neighborhoods, leftovers of an American machine hungry for meat, and cutting back on carbs.