*COLLAGE OF DECEIT*

Wrap it up smack it up and rub it down is what we say when the higher of the higher ups do the dirty deeds.

Mishaps, lies, popularity, and deceitful ways all rise, as the must haves of the American state of mind. Encore, bravo are what we say when something or someone commits a boat full of wrongdoings. Committing the ultimate act is like a school kid getting away with being bad and not getting caught. Oh the tangled web we weave for ourselves when we let ourselves live, thrive and bask in our own collage of deceit. It’s a never ending gallery showing of lies and out of the box human tragedies that’s shown all over the world.

Lost and found is non existent in the eyes of American society. When something is lost it’s never found due to the coiling of America’s image. Looking at how far we’ve come isn’t that far at all because when you start to break it down and get the full effect of it, it’s just nothing. Baffled and intrigued are so many people who live here in this sweet country. The art of what goes down is just what it is. It’s an art that is passed down from generation to generation. Many of who don’t have a clue of what this sweet country has hidden in the closet. The minds of many who are enthralled with this place get away with calculating editions that are envied by the bottom of the barrow.

Making it here entails getting on your pony and riding it out and then hoping something gets dropped off to you. It’s a never ending battle with the lies of the package that seems to be out of everyone’s reach. With clouded judgments of people on prozac and other mind altering drugs it’s evident that we have come to the edge, from which we let ourselves fall.

As we try many things to hide the lies and deceit that America tries to sell us we are still at a losing battle. Many take it upon themselves to be apart of the American tradition of building their web of lies and passing out while trying to hold it down. The society we know and love will be calculating and corrupt with power at the forefront holding the wheel. As we fall and try to get back up we will forever be tangled in our own collage of deceit.


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