Modern man...

Once Upon
A
Time

The home that was
Is now a house
Empty with
A so-called spouse.

Filled with things
Americans dream
A sybaritic sterile
Theme.

Walls all white
No finger smudge
Of course good neighbors
Do not judge.

All are glad
Their seed they spray
Upon the dirt
In early May…

So by mid-June
All lawns are green
On street where child’s
Not heard or seen.