Perfect Little Neighborhood - with audio

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I know of a perfect little neighborhood
With perfect little streets
Well walked I, the flowered paths
Perchance there a perfect one to greet
But all with averted eyes and minds
Smile vacantly and follow their lovely little feet
With cleanest clean and whitest white
Each one carries along
All ideas correct and right
In saccharin solace they then retreat
To perfectly well kept topiary haven
There to capture smugly
All that can be taken

So quiet and unaffected

By all that lies without forsaken
Well studied and boorishly dejected

But like hollow Museums. they crumble under
The great fenced Mausoleums, memorials to self
And  Barbarians rush in to plunder
 Nero rakes in taxes, from the sexes, and x’s shelf
Setting fire to our lives
With finest ornamental matches

Telling many lies, like annoying summer flies
But the perfect ones don't seem to care
Like bees in trees of well honeyed hives
They would not know of despair
For ones so perfect, so good, so fair
One look might be just too much to share
Untouched by life's tawdry carnival
Having hearts dull as old porcelain sinks
Silent as sharp mandibles of a carivore

Their oversized carts loaded up like Brinks
Counting coin in broken piggy banks

Oh, No No, do not be so cruel
To break in when their minds are napping
With hellos and non-relevant happenings
For you are there and we are here
Those are yours and ours are these
So be off now, get far away please
Away from the well perfected
Do not infect the affected
With your lower cast disease.