Life of Peanut Butter
Island, Island, Island!!!
I am "trapped" on an island.
The seas swirl around me,
Lapping the shore.
The sun kisses my hair.
Tropical paradise to some,
Prison to others.
Woe is me?
Nope for I have peanut butter.
My salvation.
Peanut butter, peanut butter.
When I eat peanut butter my soul goes aflutter.
Without peanut butter I am destitute,
My life becomes moot.
It fills me with vigor,
making me bigger.
I am content,
Needing nothing more to augment
When I have peanut butter.
An island, me, and peanut butter,
Is no prison, it is
PARADISE!
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