for the better

there aren’t many train tracks around here,

but a coen’s on main and a tanning salon

you’d have to pay for,

i wish i could tell her

there’s nothing pay for,

no punishment but

living in a world

blood-ridden,

born here, you die here

suburbia’s purgatory

in family dinner attire

you don’t have to

find freedom behind

counter store checkouts

you don’t wanna blackout

you want a peace to reach out to