Poetry / Sounds of Suburbia
Birds are singing in the trees
Chirping chirping chirping tweet
Life has never been as sweet
As this day here in our quaint and pleasant
Section of Suburbia
Football game on Friday night
Cheering, cheering, cheering, go!
And does anybody know
When is soccer, dance, the play, dizzy, busy
Action of Suburbia
Mr. Wilson mows his lawn
Rattle rattle rattle rumble
Oh so civic and so humble
While taxes rise, no raise tonight, stuck in these
Cages of Suburbia
Family barbecue next door
Sizzle sizzle sizzle flip
And the summer holds its grip
On lazy minds of youths with money, they’re the
Future of Suburbia
Dog is sounding his alarm
Barking barking barking howl
And they still ignore his growl
At the creepy man who’s lurking on the street
Corner of Suburbia
Children playing in yard
Giggle giggle giggle yell
While the world, it goes to hell
Unimagined nightmares that wait for all those
People of Suburbia
Daddy’s Chevy needs a wash
Rinsing, rinsing, rinsing, squeak
Would you like to take a peek?
Drugs, divorce, and rape and debt behind the closed
Steel doors of Suburbia
After all, it is the dream
Noisy, noisy, noisy, noise
That borrows, steals, destroys
All-American middle class, and disguised
By sounds of Suburbia
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If I were a fan of twenty minute songs, these would make amazing song lyrics. Light, happy-go-lucky, rhythmic, morbid—I love it.
It rings real true for me, teenaged and living in a rich-kid, alcohol-ridden, small-town-oriented bit of Chicago suburbia. And some high school girl got raped in a graveyard when she was walking home, a couple months ago. Ugh.
But yeah, seriously. Sweet writing. Yours is the most creative attack on suburban lifestyle I’ve ever seen.
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i was just about to write this piece off as corny but then i got to the third stanza and was completely hooked.
although i personally do not subscribe to poetry that uses such stringent guidelines…i feel your subject matter definitely deserved to be presented in just that way.
the very structure of this piece echoes the sintements you voice in such lines as:
“Mr. Wilson mows his lawn
Rattle rattle rattle rumble
Oh so civic and so humble
While taxes rise, no raise tonight, stuck in these
Cages of Suburbia
Family barbecue next door
Sizzle sizzle sizzle flip
And the summer holds its grip
On lazy minds of youths with money, they’re the
Future of Suburbia”
the monotony of the sounds and scenes really create a noire atmosphere which nails the point home.
the only real criticism i have is that this poem seems a bit “childish” or too “old school” perhaps.
but then again, thats why it works.
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