Swinging higher and higher, time moves faster and faster.
A shiny beer can under the slide catches her eye in the morning sun,
little does she know in a few short years this playground will become her late night safe haven.
Now home to laughter, sunlight and youth, soon doubles as a getaway for deceit, sex, and alcohol.
Swinging higher and higher, time moves faster and faster.
Today, high speed merry-go-round spinning has caused her to get sick in the bushes.
Years from now, she'll empty her stomach in the same bushes because she had too much to drink.
The red see-saw will forever hold her virginity, and the monkey bars her sobriety.
Swinging higher and hgiher, time moves faster and faster.
Source of entertainment to girls and boys of all ages, the neighborhood playgound is the best secret keeper of all.
I went to visit my friend EA in Boston with some of my other friends. The four of us went to the local playground late at night. Empty beer cans decorated the mulch, and I thought of all the different kind of things that had probably gone on there.
ReplyDeleteI like this idea, but it needs re wording.
I am in love with the idea of this poem, absolutely in love. That playground was also was cooler than any of the ones in my town, I'm kinda jealous that EA gets to play there whenever she wants!
ReplyDeleteI know!!! I had to write something about it, it was really neat. I loved the huge swing set there too.
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