Apr 1
2009
Suburbia
posted by Hal5000 Leave a Comment
Over that hill on the other side of the tracks
is a maze where people go and never come back.
With clean cars and cookie cutter houses,
we search for meaning like laboratory mouses:
Suburbia!
Catch the zombie parade at nine and five.
I watch the TV just to feel alive.
Even Jesus lost the polls for the upper middle class;
our new religion is picture perfect grass:
Suburbia!
Bless this unsinkable city –
through all the years –
we built a lifestyle with our fears.
Fast food and traffic make me feel at home.
Parking lots are fields where the shopping carts roam.
Who needs sidewalks when everybody’s driving?
Is this really living or are we just surviving?
Streams of cars like waves
on the freeway gleam.
We’ve been living
someone else’s dream.
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