American Dream

a picket white fence

a spacious two-story house

that has been the dream

a representation of my hard work

my success and my persistence

late night studying

early morning routines

discipline and power

I know these very well

the panopticon once defined me

it’s part of Foucault’s theory

I found a home

to call my own

but I’m trapped

and all alone

I needed a little company

I needed a little freedom

so I captured a few bodies

and though

they can never speak

all they do is listen

to the American dream

to the American psycho