Suburban resale
One up trail
Sleeping in an ice cube tray
Corporate neighbor incubator
Bye-bye Sesame Street
What I learned in a town
Called love where
Monopoly ruled the roost
Ghosts abound
A ley line ground
Leaving nothing to be seen
It’s all been done
Or so they say
The HOA has spoken
Like the Mayor of Simple Town
Where everyone’s backs are broken
Everyone wants a moat, Charlie
A well manicured
Screaming peach
A view from the sidelines
A familiar voice
Shelter from freezing rain
But beyond that
It’s probably smart to ask oneself
Do I feed fatheads to antmills?
Or just drive them there compulsively?
Please please tell me
How it’s made
And about the pain
Of being
So fucking
Industrious
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