June 17, 2009
By Olivia Hall BRONZE, Santa Cruz, California
Olivia Hall BRONZE, Santa Cruz, California
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There’s a white picket fence with a monster inside.
A hundred grand and a few days later,
There’s only so long the monster can hide.
Is it wrong to think that this beast is a traitor?
Beware of monotony for sin shall follow.
By boat, by train, by cab and plane,
A life becomes empty and hollow.
From this existence I shall abstain.
And a huff and a puff and the monster is gone
From the life there once was and all is withdrawn.

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