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Portraits of the Neighborhood

Just a little neighborhood

No Wisteria Lane

But, everyone has their secrets

For they cannot abstain

From the behavior that they know

All of that is understood

Now I shall paint the pictures

The Portraits of the Neighborhood.

 

First we have a lovely lady

She is lovely indeed

Too lovely for her very own good

The word "no" she does not know

Night after night climbing out the window

Parents in bed, as daft as the dead

Climbing in a car, skirt pulled high

Sitting in the backseat, getting high as the sky

A car full of boys

She's as ecstatic as can be

If she only could know, she's only a toy

Each takes their turn

Tossing her like a rag doll

Finishing inside then it's on to the next one

Dropping her off at home

Telling her to get out of the car

Readjusting her skirt

Back through the window she goes.

 

Peeking through the window

The next picture painted

The pervy next door neighbor

Always looking to score

The things he has done

Not proud of them, he says

For he has done terrible things

Just sit back and read

Watching through the window

Holding himself in his hand

Wife sleeping in bed

As good as dead

To him because he doesn't see

The love that she brings to him

Only the meat

That she's grown on her bones

Since their wedding day alone

The *** is lack luster

He needs someone else

So he calls on the hookers

And neighborhood hoes

Seeing the girl in the too short skirt

Now he's made a mess on the window

Time to clean up.

 

Now across the street there

It's an interesting affair

A seemingly loving couple

Blue skies, no rain

She gardens, he works

She cooks, he works

Always greeted with a kiss

Smiles all the time

But, they have a secret

Like everyone else

Behind close doors

He isn't Mr. Nice Guy

The cuts and the bruises

They come from somewhere

She covers them up so no one will stare

She says it will stop

Just give it some time

But one of these days

He'll get carried away

Sensing no danger

This silly young woman

Hangs around town

To be beaten again.

 

The last and final portrait

This middle aged woman

Beautiful and kind

Everyone loves her

Including a boy

A mere 15 years old

Stops by her home

Everyday after school

She's giving him lessons

But, everyone knows better

A steamy affair

She can sense the danger

But, the thrill it gives

She cannot stop

Everyday he walks in

A locked door behind him

Window blinds closed

The secret well hidden

He kisses and rubs

She does the same

Till they're both in heaven

Away from the pain

He leaves in an hour

Sometimes a little more

She waves from the door

Until tomorrow, there'll be more.

 

I've painted my picture

Brief as it may be

Every neighbor has their secrets

Whether young or old

What lies writhe behind closed doors

Soon to escape

For now just wait.

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Aug 20, 2012
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