On Sunshine Boulevard the sky was velvet.

And the street was catwalk,

It tickled my feet and mind

When I walked through at noon

As people smiled with authenticity.

They smiled as if there were no flaws,

As if neighbours had not been fondling

With each other's emotional properties

And sons have not preyed on innocence in back seats.

I looked hostile, though I tried to smile,

But my eyes pointed me out.

“Don’t they have guilt, lies and lust?”

I pondered behind my wrinkled smile

And prayed not to stain their pure neighbourhood

As housewives waved at me behind white picket fences.

“My guilt haunts me”

“My lies overtake me”

“My lust burns me”

How can I smile!

If only I could live on Sunshine Boulevard.