Suburbia

Dated 17-May-2001
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Plastic little people,
With their plastic little lives.
Respected by the neighbors,
While beating on their wives.

Sitting on the PTA,
Selling tubber ware,
Always calling handymen,
When nothing needs repair.

Their daughters trading sex for love,
‘Cause Daddy’s never there.
And when he is he’s to Damned drunk,
To show an ounce of care.

Sons are running on the streets,
Muggings, beatings, rape.
Anything to get a rise,
And catching it on tape.

No one cares if you’re happy,
As long as you wear a smile.
Never knowing your thoughts of death,
Living in denial.

It’s certainly a hell on earth,
With a heavenly façade.
A better torture not devised,
By the marquis of DeSade.

Keep up appearances,
Never frown,
Never let the truth be known,
By anyone in town.

Plastic fucking assholes,
Poseur piece of shit,
Just for once you scumbag douche,
Don’t be a hypocrite.

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