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Dissing Disney: dismal karma sonnet

(a true story) “Don’t make me go to Disneyland,” I cried Fourteen years old with all the angst that brings They made me go and something in me died Depressed by all the fake and plastic things The second time my parents made me go Was in my twenties, Paris, lucky me I sulked; I’m an aesthetic snob, you know Too selfish to enjoy my children’s glee The third time was the worst, the fuss I made At thirty odd, made odder still by drink I tried to run, got caught in a parade The final Mickey piss take; now I think I want to go to Dismaland! Bad luck For can I get a ticket? Can I f**k! by Gail

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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