The White Picket Fence

[NewSpag]

Since my conception you have been there,
But I know not where.
Some part of what I've been told is my American Dream,
But is actually my American Scream.
You mark what is mine but I choose to share
for you do not keep out what is out there.
You are the limit but I have yet to find you,
But I will leave when I do.
If you can't keep else out,
You cant keep me in.

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

You whisper "hush, be still, be safe,
and don't forget to latch the gate"
But I will not be so contained
So long as breath and life remains.

The myth you told was never true,
Though generations heeded you,
And even now you valiantly guard
The foreclosure sign in the front yard.

[NewSpag]

A sign that tells me I must go,
But where to I do not know.
Shall I seek out more of the same,
Or should I play a different game?

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

Burma shave.