Silky

The place we picked
Fenced and electrocuted
To raise our kids
Upstanding and slick as a duck's ass
Is a decent and comfortable place
All signs lead to sanity says
We thought their happiness
Those little mailboxes shaped like houses
Would be our happiness
The mail that continues to come
Their environment more important
Carpet breaks falls better than tile
Than our environment
Tile and wood feel best of all
But in hindsight
King above all else all hail
Their happiness is manifested
In dresser drawers that feel solid
From our happiness
Clothes neatly stacked and cubed
And this environment
Glazed in sharp sunlight and anxious
While comfortable and unassuming
Glossed over and replaceable
Can suck a soul from its temporary dwelling
Shiny beams and streaks making bars
A lot of places can do this
Prison yards are famous for
There is no perfect place
Farm to table rich undesirable intuitive
Which leads us to believe
Shimmering glass god displacement
The problem is a smaller problem
Picking scabs and digesting them
Manifesting inside
Classic looks for cheap
Which may end up becoming a larger problem
Passengers are asked and then told enforced
Once it reaches a head
Building cultures on angles and leaving the sharp edges up
All those who search inside are quenched
Stop believing that there is specialness
All those who look outside for answers are lost
There is only bad breath and attitude
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7.22.10