PUNK POETRY: The American Dream by Hunter Craig

I want to die with a retirement account 

That makes people gasp. 

I’ll show everyone I made it big. 

Working my entire life to save smartly.   

Sixty-hour weeks, small important detail.

 

I want to lay on my deathbed

And curse everyone who told me I couldn’t do it

I’ll shake my fist at the ceiling and say:

“You suckers!”

And I’ll celebrate my thirtieth birthday

 

Being lowered into the ground,

With a nice small number on the screen.

--Hunter Craig