This is the suburbs,
Residential utopia,
Gardens disheveled and unkempt,
Children with blank faces,
Creaky marred front gates,
A young lady who hears all manner of sordid gossip,
A shed kept from prying eyes,
A policeman with lewd secrets of his own,
A community full of cliques,
A weary young man who keeps his basement locked,
A husband and wife who never look at one another,
A girlfriend head-to-toe in Stella Artois contusions,
A widow still in a black veil,
A crowded yellow school-bus never to get home,
Some utopia,
When perused closer,
Even the suburbs aren’t so idyllic.