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
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