Charlie Parant Poems

“You’re one in a million, ”
that’s what they say
but when I look around
I don’t feel that way
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if you have any feelings
you’ve hid them from me
I look in your eyes
but there’s nothing to see
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Poor little inchworm
with all his inchworm traits
crawled onto the yard stick
but he was only seven-eighths
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with piercings galore
in each ear at least four
because you only want to stand out
but more holes in your ears
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she has super powers
and I know it’s true
beauty, charm, charisma
just to name a few
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Whatever happened
to the lava fields
and quicksand quagmires
that we had to avoid as kids
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From the crevices of my laden mind,
an idea is released
to be pondered by imagination,
debated by logic
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she puts on her make-up
her own special way
with all kinds of colors
from back in the day
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Well, I get up in the morning and my shower’s sometimes cold.
Yeah, I get up in the morning and my shower’s sometimes cold,
And my fuzzy, soft, warm slippers and my bathrobe’s getting old.
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aisles and aisles of nothing
stacked eight feet high
and going on for miles
a line of goods coming in the back door
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