Treasure Island

Cokbod Lodwogo

(1979-present / San Leandro)

Suburban Prince


I walk into the local mall
and see silicon breasts
with hands grasped around
jumbo strollers
Their husbands are at work
while they open up the purse
and spoil themselves
Just another spoiled brat
to manifest in this suburban world
Who will drive a new Mustang Cobra
starting on his 16th birthday
and I bet you a hundred dollars
that this will not be his only one
One night he'll get in an accident
while he shows off to his friends
the capability of the car
and just happens to slam into
an old lady who has
little to no reflexes left
in her tired old body
Hopefully she lives
but if she doesn't
that will be a hard learned lesson
for this suburban prince

Submitted: Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Edited: Sunday, March 02, 2008

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