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Teenage Angst Suburbia.

Posted by cmkneipp ⋅ May 30, 2011

Suburbia.

In every major city, where people live and eat,
There is a place, Suburbia, where Suburban people meet
They give Suburban lectures, of gossip till you scream.
And still they try to put you in their great Suburban dream.
And Mummy still loves Daddy, ’cause Daddy pays the rent.
And Sister loves the boy next door but I know that boy is bent.
And Brother’s got his closet, and Junior’s got his chains.
And I still have to hear about Gran’s arthritic pains.
And Granpa thinks I’m communist, Dad thinks I’m a queen.
Mum thinks I’m on heroin but my arms still are clean.
And my sweet lovely lady wants to go and slash her wrists,
She’s asking me for razor blades and it’s hard to resist.
But tonight when all is quiet, no one’s going to sleep.
For downtown in Suburbia the wounds run oh so deep.

Author's Note

It was 1983 and I was living in a fibro death trap in North Ryde, Sydney, sharing it with my best mate D and an array of colourful characters who came and went over the next eleven months. I’d just left home and full of hormones and THC I Wrote Suburbia one night in fifteen minutes.
I think I had some issues. God I hope I’ve worked them out by now.

Reviews

[Placenta]

This is beautiful. Truely inspiring. Behind the normal facade, nobody truely knows whats inside. The truth is, no family is normal.
You are an amazing wordsmith

[Regann Lain]

I really liked this poem. Dark and a little spooky, but it also made me laugh once or twice. I'm defiantly going to read this one more than once. I'm a little envious of this poem, as I have actually tried to write a poem called 'Suburbia' many times but was never able to. I guess it's because I've never lived in the suburbs, and I lack an emotional connection to it. I felt like this poem has a Lou Reed-ish feel to it. Very nicely done, awesome flow and it really leaves an impression.