There's a real show in suburbia,
Full of posturing and customs,
Constant blanket statements offering little foundation or value
But it's mostly a biased slant,
All for the greater good of the individual who is speaking the verbose phrases
Have reservations about such activity,
Though these overtures are usually pre-empted by more urgent concerns
Wouldn't wish this type of atmosphere on his worst enemy,
Which is himself
Oh well, just another day being tortured by his surroundings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The content is good but it's basically prose, good prose. sorry Tom Billsborough