Suburbia

I will sing your repetitive lines
Flat screen mentalities and blinkered tellies
Your trimmed edges, Ford Foci and Flymoed rachitic squares of overindulged lawns
Your canine dejections and vocal feline rejections
Your rattling trains almost on time, no-thrill airplanes overhead, Honda Civics tuned by uncivil rebels
Your alarmingly loud alarms no one cares about
Your suppressed whispers of depression and claustrophobia
Your bored destructive youths and drunk aggressive young -at-hearts
Your peer pressure, and cultural vacuum.