Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Suburban Comments
Rating: ★2.0
Conformity caught here, nobody catches it,
Lawns groomed in prose, with hardly a stutter.
Lloyd hits the ball, and Lorraine fetches it.
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8/20/2025 2:46:54 PM # 1.0.0
To most, this conformity is comfort, the bliss of ignorance. To poets, such as yourself, this is a stagnancy that crushes creativity and purpose. Wind up the suburb and it runs, preprogrammed. Delicious piece, Michael. Thanks for sharing. Peace