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A normal house on a normal street
Groomed like an aristocrat's prized poodle
In a normal neighborhood
Somewhere in suburbia
The green is disgusting, little grass squares
Divided down the middle by
Pavement
Every house is an evil twin of the one before it
Under a perpetually sunny sky
Painfully perfect.
A job in a cardboard box
Hunched over at a desk and punching numbered keys
While the cathode ray demon steals your soul
Your in box is full, your out box is empty
And you have an 11:30 meeting with your boss
Who absolutely despises you
But is willing to take the credit for any of your ideas
That his superiors like.
An average family
A wife in the kitchen and the obligatory 2 and a half children
Taking full advantage of the luxuries of middle class life
Cable phone internet gas electricity fresh filtered water
And aren't they wonderful?
Emotionless automatons.
A church where we can go every Sunday
We can be truly free
Except when believing in anything outside of the box
Because questions are tools of Satan
And you will believe in a Puppetmaster or burn in hell.
A government that will protect us
Shield us from the truth
Take away our first born son at 19
And send him back in a plastic bag
In the name of freedom
Or maybe just oil
Won't we be so proud of him?
Saving the world from terror
By killing off those arrogant foreigners
Civilians? Women and children?
You can't fool us
We KNOW they're all terrorists.
A big glowing box
A hypnotic flickering screen
Plug in, turn on, switch channel
Buy! Consume! You must own this!
Call 1-800-whatever and send us $19.95 plus shipping and handling
Now back to the 6 o'clock news
Murder! Rape! Car chases! Be afraid!
Lock yourself in your basement!
Now back to that new reality series
The one that isn't actually real
Lies! Treachery! Sex! Emotional breakdowns!
Watch a woman eat live centipedes and then puke!
Isn't our box beautiful?
A sense of security
An electronic eye that will blink if someone breaks in
Line the front hedge with razor wire
Put electric fences around the rosebush
And of course, keep a loaded .38
Because if anyone tries to break in
(Most probably it will be a black man)
You can blow his brains out.
A diet of burgers fries and cola
Preferably too big for me to eat
And sparkling, with fat oozing from it like water from a sponge
6 nights a week
We can have ketchup too
But absolutely no carbohydrates
Eat as much as possible
But absolutely no carbohydrates.
Put our old people in homes
Our young people in schools
Our bad people in prisons
Our crazy people in asylums
Our sick people in hospitals
And our dead people in holes in the ground.
Oh say does that star spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
Groomed like an aristocrat's prized poodle
In a normal neighborhood
Somewhere in suburbia
The green is disgusting, little grass squares
Divided down the middle by
Pavement
Every house is an evil twin of the one before it
Under a perpetually sunny sky
Painfully perfect.
A job in a cardboard box
Hunched over at a desk and punching numbered keys
While the cathode ray demon steals your soul
Your in box is full, your out box is empty
And you have an 11:30 meeting with your boss
Who absolutely despises you
But is willing to take the credit for any of your ideas
That his superiors like.
An average family
A wife in the kitchen and the obligatory 2 and a half children
Taking full advantage of the luxuries of middle class life
Cable phone internet gas electricity fresh filtered water
And aren't they wonderful?
Emotionless automatons.
A church where we can go every Sunday
We can be truly free
Except when believing in anything outside of the box
Because questions are tools of Satan
And you will believe in a Puppetmaster or burn in hell.
A government that will protect us
Shield us from the truth
Take away our first born son at 19
And send him back in a plastic bag
In the name of freedom
Or maybe just oil
Won't we be so proud of him?
Saving the world from terror
By killing off those arrogant foreigners
Civilians? Women and children?
You can't fool us
We KNOW they're all terrorists.
A big glowing box
A hypnotic flickering screen
Plug in, turn on, switch channel
Buy! Consume! You must own this!
Call 1-800-whatever and send us $19.95 plus shipping and handling
Now back to the 6 o'clock news
Murder! Rape! Car chases! Be afraid!
Lock yourself in your basement!
Now back to that new reality series
The one that isn't actually real
Lies! Treachery! Sex! Emotional breakdowns!
Watch a woman eat live centipedes and then puke!
Isn't our box beautiful?
A sense of security
An electronic eye that will blink if someone breaks in
Line the front hedge with razor wire
Put electric fences around the rosebush
And of course, keep a loaded .38
Because if anyone tries to break in
(Most probably it will be a black man)
You can blow his brains out.
A diet of burgers fries and cola
Preferably too big for me to eat
And sparkling, with fat oozing from it like water from a sponge
6 nights a week
We can have ketchup too
But absolutely no carbohydrates
Eat as much as possible
But absolutely no carbohydrates.
Put our old people in homes
Our young people in schools
Our bad people in prisons
Our crazy people in asylums
Our sick people in hospitals
And our dead people in holes in the ground.
Oh say does that star spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
Yes, another poem. I can hear you all groaning in chorus already.
Remember that this is satire. Keep this in mind before bitching to me about any of the stereotypes I may make.
Remember that this is satire. Keep this in mind before bitching to me about any of the stereotypes I may make.
© 2006 - 2024 CheVD
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Ooooooh! I like this a lot! I love how you started, and how it slowly turned into this mill of turmoil.
Very well put, I must say, epescially considering the own i grew up in. One half was a gated community, but there was another section that was an impovershed section (I was there), and I can very clearly remember those things (like the houses and stuff). You nailed all of that stuff.
Very well put, I must say, epescially considering the own i grew up in. One half was a gated community, but there was another section that was an impovershed section (I was there), and I can very clearly remember those things (like the houses and stuff). You nailed all of that stuff.