Forty Four

And the Kids

have dreams

we're in the yard

the walls they

built 'round houses they

It

 

I believe

I'm feeling

 

You said

one day we'd

 

 

I / you ashore

 

the bombs

and we

 

I believe

I'm feeling

 

over and past in a

parking lot we're

moving and it's

your town v. mine

 

suburbs

I drive and

you survive with

your mother's keys

 

it's, it's

me, son

 

you

I saw your

daughter, young

You handed her

beauty and

damage

 

 

fight a suburban war

feet on hot

pavement and grass

it's

It's

 

(A Poetic Destruction of 'The Suburbs' by Arcade Fire).

The End

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