Family Portrait

A poem written by my brain or something

A curtain

A veil

A script

A screen

Plastic holidays

and plastic trees

Nothing is ever what it seems

A stage

A performance

No backstage pass

“All families have their problems”

And they are never what they seem to be

Open curtains and cracked windows make the most convenient excuses

The front door is locked tight

Now how about the bedrooms?

A citizen of the community

At least they work

I’ve seen their kids at school

They are so well behaved

But those kids are terrors

and check out their grades

No one will notice

if you repeat the same holidays

All the way to your grave

Decorations and money

Clothes

and a roof over your heads

You’ve got it all

So you can’t complain