The part of this poem that I liked the best was the beginning "Life, friends, is boring."
Life, friends, is boring.
What a lie that is. Life-
the ability to ice-skate in Central Park one day,
and the next backpack through the Himalayas.
Of course, only Donald Trump and Bill Gates can
afford that,
skipping from destination to destination
like pages in a choose your own adventure.
But to say life is boring, says that you
can't see what might be
under the park bench,
or in a wardrobe.
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