Subdivided

 

Into these little squares

That people may call home

A million pre-fab mansions

Across the cul-de-sacs they roam

Every house fairly different

Yet all seem the same

Their numbers are different

So are their names

Row upon row

Of vinyl-sided nightmare

Basement rec rooms

Non-conformists beware

Keep eyes on your neighbours

Make sure they fit in

Shovel your driveways

Keep your lawn trimmed

Get in with the crowd

Be just like the rest

To keep up with The Joneses

That is the test

Fit in like the others

All is provided

There is no community

When we’re subdivided

Reviews

[Jinx]

Oh, this is so true. Frightening that everyone wants to be a clone. Me, I never fell into that clique. I like being different. I don't want my house to look exactly like my neighbor's or anyone else's on the street. My house should speak of me. And no, it's not purple. =p

Nice write!

[Star-Runner]

This is really cute like this write.