A Suburban Masterpiece

Where people cut down all the trees, and name streets after them.
Where every house is moderately priced and perfect.
Where every family owns a Suburban, no matter the cost.
Where every block looks exactly the same as the other.

Where every teenager will go insane eventually.
Where the future breakdowns will take place.
Where people are psychotic about appearances.
Where you live and die by others’ judgments.

Where there are miles and miles of single houses.
Where lawns are neatly manicured, with rows of flowers.
Where you feel the sun beating down on the black pavement.
Where the sky is open, no matter what season or day.

Where everything and everyone is fake.
Where it’s easy to believe you won’t survive.
Where you try so hard to get everything right.
But eventually, in suburbia, everyone dies.