Ten things I hate about the suburbs.

July 7th, 2008 · No Comments · char and the city

Dear Suburbia[ns],

I hate your silly yuppie folk,

and the places you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive your cars,

I hate it when you stare.

I hate your stupid North Face gear,

and your strange street signs.

I hate you so much it makes me sick,

it even makes me rhyme.

I hate your stupid Pace Bus routes,

I hate it when they lie.

I hate your crowded shopping marts,

and when your traffic makes me cry.

I hate it when the streets aren’t plowed,

and for a cab you have to call.

But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,

not even close…

not even a little bit…

not even at all.

Okay, I changed my mind.

I don’t hate the suburbs anymore.

I was just being melodramatic. Especially after this past weekend, I’ve come to realize that the small circle of people I love most in the world live scattered about suburbia, and they alone are more than enough to cancel out the rest of the crazy yup-yups.

Yup.