Dwellers of Suburbia
We are the logo bearers.
The mowers of bright green lawns, stark
Against dull winter clouds.
We are the proud owners of shiny plastic houses
And shinier red cars.
We are the big-timers,
The ones who melt ourselves
Into someone else’s ideal.
Who shrink our dreams in the dryers
So the world will have a picture of normal
To set on the mantle
In a frame
Bought for half price
At the mall complex a mile down the road.
We know not of your silly independence
Or your redundant will to be different,
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