No joy, no truth,
no ancient meaning behind the vinyl
not even the bricks are real
at least they're mortgaged and insured
like I wish the smiles were
and the plastic greetings
microwaved handshakes
TV dinner parties
polished homecoming basket ball courts
Cadillac joyrides
safe *** party buses
PlayStations
and all the white-sailed friendships sailing on the seven petty seas
electronic knives in hand
prepared to stab unwary backs
and eyes of subtle greens and blacks
hardly blinking, surviving digital attacks
No joy, no truth
in the craters of this suburban war
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 2:02 AM UTC
No joy, no truth,
no ancient meaning behind the vinyl
not even the bricks are real
at least they're mortgaged and insured
like I wish the smiles were
and the plastic greetings
microwaved handshakes
TV dinner parties
polished homecoming basket ball courts
Cadillac joyrides
safe *** party buses
PlayStations
and all the white-sailed friendships sailing on the seven petty seas
electronic knives in hand
prepared to stab unwary backs
and eyes of subtle greens and blacks
hardly blinking, surviving digital attacks
No joy, no truth
in the craters of this suburban war
only muddy pits remain
--ace
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