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Prompt: a poem that prominently features the idea of play.
TOO MUCH
A little freedom is a dangerous thing.
As sweet faces are kissed
And waved into rooms
Full of toys,
A hunger grows in me
For the dizzying array of opportunities
Crowding ‘round the gate.
There are buses into town!
(I could leave my phone on one, then
Take out all my money
And hop the next train (and the next) )
Or set up a life
As someone else,
Not far from here.
Deny I was me
If anyone asked.
My hair might look good green.
(Can one get a tattoo
At short notice…?)
“Nope, definitely not her…”
Joining a gym might be nice.
Or getting my ears pierced again…
I hear volunteers are wanted
For that shelter down the road.
Or should I just order a hot-tub
To arrive tomorrow?
The sun’s meant to shine…
Luckily: the kids are soon collected.
Folly averted – for another day.
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