Dead Streets
There is no life.
No life where I live
in this safe state.
Content with their power
of achievement.
Holding a necessity
to show everyone
Driving their cars...
cars that are borrowed
paying debt each month
Driving up their long
driveway
That leads to a wide
garage
A separate house
to warm their prize
What fine wine to drink tonight?
Calling fake friends
followed by fake hello’s
Put the 72 inch screen
here or there?
Does rug match curtain?
Does little Jimmy
have brand new cleats?
Do my jeans pass my budget?
over 75 dollars
Parents starring at pay
rather than blood
I must leave
Where people aren’t in
their cocoon of safety
I need to leave
venturing for life
Pretending no more
that I fit in with this
mask of a life
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