When i was a little boy
and my booties could fit within
a small couplet of square metal
to which I had been given
I did not question, I did not complain
I existed the sights and smells of simple place
I licked the mist that watered plants
Crushed coffee beans in the employee
lounge
for they laughed at such a little boy.
It was 2002
and America was still somewhat free
When movie theaters had plastic seats
Empty exits
Then I sat the edge on watching Pokemon
Living in an electronic simulation
Taming, Creating monsters in my spare time
Travelling the tri-valley
Commute of a thousand years
Today,
It only takes minutes
And my soul drips strange when I see the house
Devoid of lavender,
Cut of oak tree
The park that once held the promise of a century
Diminished into brief obscurity
As new developments
Shaped like matchbox
destroy the grass
And raise land prices
To end the american dream
Paved roads that sang of free
take their toll
now I cannot see why this could be
What interest could there be
To paint our chided memory
Out of mind, out of sight?
Now the place I bought grilled cheese
Dipped in sharp tang of pickle juice
Bought and sold to an optometrist
To continue questioning the vision
of our adults
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 5:03 PM UTC
When i was a little boy
and my booties could fit within
a small couplet of square metal
to which I had been given
I did not question, I did not complain
I existed the sights and smells of simple place
I licked the mist that watered plants
Crushed coffee beans in the employee
lounge
for they laughed at such a little boy.
It was 2002
and America was still somewhat free
When movie theaters had plastic seats
Empty exits
Then I sat the edge on watching Pokemon
Living in an electronic simulation
Taming, Creating monsters in my spare time
Travelling the tri-valley
Commute of a thousand years
Today,
It only takes minutes
And my soul drips strange when I see the house
Devoid of lavender,
Cut of oak tree
The park that once held the promise of a century
Diminished into brief obscurity
As new developments
Shaped like matchbox
destroy the grass
And raise land prices
To end the american dream
Paved roads that sang of free
take their toll
now I cannot see why this could be
What interest could there be
To paint our chided memory
Out of mind, out of sight?
Now the place I bought grilled cheese
Dipped in sharp tang of pickle juice
Bought and sold to an optometrist
To continue questioning the vision
of our adults
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