Best Suburbia Poems

Your love is real 
the love you feel.
Your love is great 
the love you make.
Your records are on fire 
its your desire.
Take me out tonight
and go wild and crazy, 
or be fat and lazy. 
So I played some Doors 
and saw some whores. 
So I...

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cupcake.
dollface.
blue eyed beauty.
cookie cutter girl,
princess of suburbia.
she's sick,
because she likes it.
blood confetti on her notebooks,
the twinkle in her eye.
staining words on twisted minds.
her followers.
they want to taste the berries on her lips,
feeling the metallic taste in her mouth.
they love the broken things,
mangled shoelaces,
hearts torn apart.
they...

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Lawn furniture flavored ice cream
	served in moxa cups
Candied eyes of freshwater bream
	pickled bushdog pups.

Pig pizzle wrapped around a stick
	grilled upon the deck
Woven rope with cat head and brick
	hung about your neck.

Marzipan violin bowed by a stoat
	badminton played widdershins
A toast of poison without antidote
	barefoot on needles...

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We are drawn here for the festivity, to glorify His name.
In our crimson best, presents wrapped gaily, to glorify His name.

Joyous revelers and their dutiful handlers arriving.
Doors open, we are welcomed heartily, to glorify His name.

Presents not expected, but the mistress will not feel neglected.
Material...

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Electric Bleeps and bloops
Powerlines buzzing as the

Sunset going behind the roofs

O’lovely neighborhood lost
Facades of families
And degeneration
Of cultural paradigm
No crime
Just a hollow 
husk town
Consuming the lives o’the poor folks
Sigh sigh
but alas
The community 
dies
slowly

highway burning over the hill

and man I’ve got way too much 

time

to kill...

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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...

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Wavy grass carpet,
   Manicured green lawn stretching
            To horizon's end....

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"Know yourself and you will win all battles" – Sun Tzu

Jesus of Suburbia, He
who hits rock bottom
with timely persistence,
gets HIGH
on the burning cross
of Drunken Hostility..
-THIS IS NOT A RELIGION;
St. Jimmy knows that
Monday's belittling unfolds
into Holsten-Pilsner-Fastbock sippin',
and something like
seven-day drug binges...
----> Still he awakens
in a pool...

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Walking past their witching cackles 
and Phantom screams I noticed 
them all looking the same 
External, different 
Masquerading they all were
pulsing to the rhythm of 
their hearts and music 
Symphony of noise all around 
Internally they are all different 
each their won unique voice,
look, feelings,...

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See that pastel world
realm of green lawns and mansions.
An elite kingdom....

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Been landscaping crew cuts
Mowing down yards constant
Gravel in its place, hedges and drapes
All for you to live accordingly
In the right scheme
Where wildness is tamed down
Where citizenship, not so profound

So we can go on our way
Planting seeds for the future
Seeding children with identity
Posing God on marble...

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Trim prim lawns
Glistening dew drops
In the summer sun
Trim slim blades
Evaporating raindrops
In the summer sun

I hail you suburbia!
You who can neatly replace nature's disorder
And transform it into a methodical scheme
Of meterical dwellings and measurable property
You who is prepared for the chopping of unruly grass so green
And...

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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
  ...

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Lights moving in time with the music
at a mansion in a neighboring town
Vibrations pounding through the stereo bugle
hark you feel it escalate then drown
projectors casting shadows of colorful hew
raindrops falling to the sound
windshield covered in dew
and moistening the ground
wishing to share that moment
with everyone thereof
but...

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a blue chevy impala basks in a suburban driveway
like a beached whale it oozes gases and black oils 
its seeping white walls beg for rubber movements
little boy inside the house sits on a pleated couch
he watches the setting sun through a screen door
fat mother stirs...

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