Ode to Suburbia

Ah, Suburbia.
Where you can listen to fires crackle,
Crickets chirp,
And still hear sirens in the distance.
Where you can live in oblivious safety
With druggies across the tracks.
Where small children scream
And fire hydrants gleam.
Where people walk their dogs without a leash.
Not quite the city;
Not quite country either.
So indecisive people:
Move to Suburbia.

Ah, Suburbia.
Where mini vans abound.
Where the foreclosed house across the street
Is the creepiest thing around.
Where people almost burn down houses
Setting fireworks off in their backyards.
The land of basketball hoops and jungle gyms,
Of ice cream trucks and mailmen.
Yes, deep inside we all know.
Suburbia is where we live