Save the children
American dream
In cans of sugary syrup
Made in Mexico
There the American dream

The children run the machine
Masks a ‘Merican face seen
Peaceful, clean, correct, and uptight
Cracks appear and out
Flaws the American Dream

Can’t you find a monkey in the scene
To work all the pullies and levers
And clean all the machines?
We need those pumping out presser
The molds are priceless
Craft

And

Billions


Have gone into their design
Even more in their creation
For from these greasy, oil rigged, and scum soaked
Machines

We



Make



The



American dream.

Blood, sweat, and young folk’s tears
Fuel for those dreaming make presses
Spill on the dirty loose floor
Running in the brick grooves,
Out the door with


THE AMERICAN DREAM.