Within those embellished walls
They sing of mirth
& having nice lives
Houses on hills, big & nice
Flowers & a lawn,
With a picket fence, white
Seeking out the world’s glitters
Painting pictures of a life
Those lonely souls are anxious
With raging insides, dying
“Good morning dear!”
“I love you,” and the show.
Growing old and cracking,
With their sidewalks
Contempt in quiet desolation.
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