"playplace" poems
I take a quick journey on up the road
Things I see make emotions explode
A lofty green meadow is what I seek
Congested construction is what I meet
Six lanes roads blast a once fluttering forest
Middle class homes rise as mountains at best
Standing in playplace of childhood
Woodland games of youth, ever so good
No, not anymore, now industrialized
They say we must be commercialized
No! I say, what will the critters do
They say who needs em, **** fools
How long will it be 'for luscious green's gone
Replaced by business, the new icon
No trees no bushes no grass
Just some corporate ***
Dec 25, 2009
Dec 25, 2009 at 8:39 PM UTC
As a child
emotions are mild
At least that’s how it should be
simplicity is key
As a child
you play wild
like a dog with a toy
As a child
you experience joy
as you play in the McDonald’s PlayPlace
As a child
you have struggles
as your dad juggles
working fifty to sixty hours a week
As a child
your days are full of sun
mine aren’t as fun
As a child
you smiled
I did not
As a child
my tears were a waterfall
you played with a doll
As a child
your stress ended
mine only bent,
morphed,
changed
into new forms
As a child
life came easy
your days were breezy
As a child
my heart shattered
my heart scattered
As a child
I was left
alone
to pick up the pieces
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 1:34 PM UTC