American

I cut your manicured lawn,

And fuck your mom.

I’m a suburban serial killer,

Empty and looking for filler.

 

I am perpetual depression,

And major in constant aggression.

I am obsessed,

At best.

 

I clean your shiny pool,

And play you like a fool.

A glimmer in my eye,

Watching your family die.

 

I make minimum wage,

Get high off rage.

Trophy wives,

Wasted lives.

 

I vacuum the pastel rug,

And sell your son drugs.

He can be just like me,

Trapped in suburbia eternity.

Forgotten Balsamic

Hung on a Sunday,

Filing for a loan.

Sewing buttons back on pants,

Still afraid of the family dog.

 

Longing for ice cream on the steps of the general store.

Aesthetically pleasing 99 cent lollipops,

Unfinished hashbrowns.

A lettuce eating competition,

And stakes are high.