I was at a fast food play park when I wrote this...yuck!
Oh! Play land
Thy light attracts my kids
The toy is not good enough
To stay their begging bids
The stuffiness their in
Permeates my brain
The smell of rotting children
drive my sinuses insane
They do not want their food
They want to get away
I could not keep them here
Yet they knock and call and wave
“Look at me, look at me!”
Is all they want to do
But they couldn’t stand me
While I force fed them their food
Oh! Play land
The fun in children’s lives
As they play in filthy bins
I'll be digging out my eyes
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