Problems in Suburbia - Livin’ on a Street

Kaduk - over at J4TR, posted a little tangent on living in subdivisions today. Anyone who knows me, knows that I will be the last person on Earth to move into a subdivision. Simply put - they are idiotic and pointless

Watch out! People are already throwing the “they maintain the value of your house” argument at me!

That’s a good argument . . . for me to poop on! While that might be a logical assumption, it’s not a sure bet. Not only that, my house is not an investment. It’s my home. Only until it starts putting money into my pocket instead of taking from it, will it be an investment.

Anywho, the post made me think of this little verse I wrote many years ago. It’s still very valid today:

Livin’ On A Street
I live in a house on a street.
It’s a street with cracks and holes
loose gravel and lively souls.

It’s great and free –
Not like housing editions
where so many will flee.

I can paint my house a bright green,
if I want.
Or any other color will do,
Not like those who select from simply a few.

If I want,
I can put up a satellite dish
of any size, color or make
if I wish
cause there’s no rules to follow
or smelly stuff to take.

I can put up a fence, or plant a tree,
if I want.
I can wait to mow my lawn
and take out my trash
way before dawn,
if I want.

The neighbors are friendly and kind,
and will chat and laugh with you
just about any ole’ time –

They love the street as do I.
Cause there’s no dumb rules
cast is stone by simpleton
Association fools.

More at my Poetry Corner