A POEM BY BEN PARKER - 27/9/17

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pretty petal

pretty flower

pretty branch

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pretty crop

pretty field

pretty ranch

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pretty window

pretty office

pretty tower

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pretty second

pretty minute

pretty hour

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pretty smile

pretty face

pretty frame

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pretty words

pretty voice

pretty name

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but through your eyes

tell me do you feel the same?

would this vision be blurred

if you had money or fame?

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if somebody told you

life was more than a game?

if someone said it was for nothing

would it all be a shame?

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sometimes my vision blurs

like a paint palette

like someone smashed the glass

with a mallet

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these pills got my mind flipping

like a barbecue

i see my life in 3rd person

like my brain is a zoo

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sobering confusion

i land hard when i fall

my to do list is hort

but my regret list stands tall

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i could have done this

i should have said that

i would have made this

instead i stayed in and sat

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on my ass

sip my glass

miss my class

roll my grass

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light it up

reminisce over easy days

stub it out

go back to finding easy ways

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to avoid what i should be doing

the paths i sshould be pursuing

fed up with my mentality

old habits i keep renewing

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