The Ideal Deal.

Spit shined and polished ideals. You gave us apple pie. You painted the whitewash fence. You prepared Thanksgiving dinner, and wrapped it up under the Christmas tree. Under the ideal deal we made for this utopian society. You ignored the hunger, and racism surrounding you in order to present us with trophies. Trophies showcased in glass boxes for everyone to see. And for this gift I am proud to strive to be what you wanted us to be. Thank you Mr. Norman Rockwell. I will envision your perfect world for my own children, and pray that it is a possibility. Good people. Working Hard.