The pruned society of suburban lifestyle,
with manicured lawns and row on row of
identical housing,
feels like a deadweight on my mind.
Sixty elephants uncerimoniously poised,
flattening inquisitive nature and fanciful notions.

Schedules obliterate time for frolic.
Chldish whimsies frowned upon by
the dictatorship of modern daily living.
Paper dolls, stereotyped and identical,
fill our world to the brim.
Each one folded percisely into place before
the next cut is made.

Pop culture is ruler supreme;
nothing can escape the view of its famished gaze,
searching for the next victim to devour
in its conforming label mould.
As you are coaxed, prodded, and shoved in,
you can only hope it will be quick.

Lawnmowers roaring pull me from listless thoughts,
suburban lifestyle greeting me as usual
like a slap in the face.


Just something I pulled from my portfolio. Any critique?