Down on the Peach Farm

A poem I wrote for Writers Cramp

On a peach farm where I lay my head

Where the pineapple party starts

I wonder where my life has gone

And how it will end



I feel like a peanut in a huge crowd

Not knowing just how this world works

They call me a couch potato cause

I sit at home and watch the news



But in reality I am watching a {{/c}b}pelican

Down by the bay and wondering

If his life is easier than mine

And I see its possible



For now I will lay my head here

I wonder of the good days

Hoping they will come before I die

And my soul retires forever


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