Mayberry Lane

MAYBERRY LANE

Trust fund babies scammer around the pool
Brand new SUV pulls into the parking lot
Jose and Juan working on the neighbor’s roof
Liberal Jew living by right wing conservative;
Sprinklers turn on at six
Golf course is down the road
The tree lined road will lead you out,
And I find myself out of place
In this plastic, zirconium fairy land,
Smoke and mirrors, smoke and mirrors;
Mr. Johnson still can’t stop drinking
The country club bar tender doesn’t seem to mind
Nor do his lip service friends at the poker table,
Tana lives down the street
So beautiful
Looks like a princess from a distant land,
But that was many joints ago
Sweet pearl turned into rusted steel,
And my cheeks drip
At the lives of this place
The void inside
The rushing pace to get absolutely no where
The extreme sacrifices made
For a mass illusion of prosperity and security
The deceived, thinking they can see
More toys then an Egyptian prince;
They worship on Sunday
The quarterback scrambles for the pass
He’s going deep, Halleluiah, touchdown,
The sheltered lost potential in the youth
The hardened façade of a soul in their parents
The gentle screaming of desperation in the elders,
And my cheeks drip
As I view the green grass by the lake
I’m wondering what the natives would think,
Land once used for all
Now a secluded play ground,
What a dream is to the deceived
Is nothing but a nightmare to those who can see.