Suburbia
I don't live near the ocean,
But I long to hear the waves.
I don't live near the mountains,
It'd be cool to see the caves.
To far from the city lights,
To be considered hipster.
To far from a working farm,
To get a working blister.
Dwelling in suburbia,
Sounds of mowers fill the air.
The only lights are porches,
No farms or caves anywhere.
Ode to suburbia,
The land of human cages.
Friendly waves may fill the air,
But inside everyone rages.
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