The Happiest Quiz on Earth

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One more month until college is out for winter break, and I’m tired as heck from maintaining a 4.0 GPA (more like 3.9, but we can round up), so let’s talk Disney. And because I can’t stand reading anything else right now, I refuse to answer in anything other than visuals. Continue reading “The Happiest Quiz on Earth”

XXIII. 2 Poor Kids

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He picks her up in a Benz,

But my lover comes by himself and a dozen roses.

He probably stole them.

He’s got a smudge of mud on his eye

Here to make me break into a smile,

‘Cause he drives them mad.

Dollar signs all around us,

We sneak onto the city bus.

Too blinded by what we have

To notice your mean old laughs.

And we’re just two poor kids from a really rich city,

What a pity.

‘Cause we’ve got a love story unlike the rest,

No fancy suit and no fancy dress,

 Just us.

– “2 Poor Kids” by Ruth B.

XXII. Lost Boy

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I am a lost boy from Neverland,
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Usually hanging out with Peter Pan.
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And when we’re bored, we play in the woods,
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Always on the run from Captain Hook.
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“Run, run, lost boy,” they say to me,
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Away from all of reality.
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Neverland is home to lost boys like me,
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And lost boys like me are free.
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– “Lost Boy” by Ruth B

XXI. Another Day

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I think I was about ten years old

Watching the news with my dad.

I didn’t see nothing but tears and blood

And a bunch of people looking so mad.

“That’s war,” I was told.

I said, “How? That ain’t nothing like the games I have.”

I couldn’t grasp the sense of an innocent child

Dying by the hands of a grown man.

And while some kids raised on cartoons,

Young girls making money in dark rooms.

We all deserve a decent meal.

Why his belly so soft? Why she holding that hard spoon?

And where is my head of state?

If crime pays, talk peace, still engaging in heavy arms trade.

In the jungle that we call Sin City,

While life rules, survival of the fittest.

– “Another Day” by Nico & Vinz

XIX. All About You

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You say that it’s alright,

And I know that it’s a lie

From the black in your eyes.

You don’t have to do this on your own,

Like there’s no one that cares about you.

You don’t have to act like you’re alone,

Like the walls are closing in around you.

You don’t have to pretend no one knows,

Like there’s no one that understands you.

I’m not just some face you used to know.

I know all about you.

And you should know that someone cares about you.

I know all about you.

– “All About You” by Birdy