Suburbia
clock hanging pendulous
fealty
realty
sitting stoned on the ride to work
dazed and bedazzled by the shining
working, heavy engine roar.
sitting stoned on the way home
waiting
debating
wishing you had
avoided the trappings of middle-class
two-car garage
inflatable
single-serving
trophy wife
life.
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