I never knew what went on in that house
behind that perfect fenced-in yard
Maybe they sneaked out at night, to paint over the dead
Every day, without fail, it was a family effort you see
I swear they cut grass blades with sharp kitchen scissors
Spreading love, fertilizing an ever thirsty lawn
I never saw the weeds, the mushrooms that would grow
slowly, unnoticed, until the pesky invaders overpowered the green
And yet, the metal wire still outlines the property