Little Boxes
by Malvina Reynolds
Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of ticky tacky
Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes all the same
There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.
And the people in the houses all went to the university
Where they were put in boxes and they came out all the same,
And there's doctors and there's lawyers, and business executives
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.
And they all play on the golf course and drink their martinis dry,
And they all have pretty children and the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp and then to the university
Where they are put in boxes and they come out all the same.
And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.
PS. I'm going to GCBF after work today, wish me better luck than last year!
4 comments:
VERY poignant poem there. I like it.
Have a fun time tonight!
'Tis a good one eh? Also, a song, which, yay!
I am commenting slightly drunk which means I a) had a good time and b) am not too drunk.
Yay!
Also, yay!
I like this very much....
Yeah, it's cool, eh?
I'll see if I can track down the song, but it's the theme to "Weeds" if you ever get a chance to watch/rent it.
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