There is a house two blocks up my street
Sweeping gardens, sparkling décor, three kids, strapping husband, pretty wife
This house laughs joyous cries and burns bright with candlelight and life
Junior pulls into the garage for dinner, his car a mustang, he speeds
While his parents serve another couple wine and steak and marinated beets
Junior slips into his cave, to taste prom queen`s breath, her teeth
Dream parents and trophy child
Picture perfect families with border collies to feed
Their family acts with jealousy inducing perfectly t.v. polished style

There is a park two blocks down my street to the right
With a playground and lilting kids and roly-polies and games of tag far as the eye can see

Where on nights filled with apologetic starlight

I find bloody needles

Next to withered flowers
That once were a bright yellow dash in the creek where I built bridges and hideouts

And as I walk past the grand houses once more
It becomes bluntly apparent that their perceived grandeur
Their maroon and gold facade
Is merely paint covering decayed wood