Holiday Rapids

Well within the city limits mysteries Suburban people to the core escape Into a wilderness of houses bunched together Outside town, outside the reaches of police In giant vehicles much bigger Much larger than ordinary cars Good citizens leave congested streets For the homogenization of milk and mind Between the city and the farm is space More peace, less crime generated Suited for new life to grow Suburban is the only language spoken Within the boundaries of God A new born bunny moves about Inside a tiny cardboard box it dwells Inside a new construction site discovered If not it must be a house, like so many others Baby bunny must be a gift from mom and dad Christmas starts in November this time of year If we pray real hard under the covers With due diligence as children do Perhaps Christmas will come in June A new born baby brother would be nice But an SUV will do and will suffice