{"id":73247,"date":"2020-06-28T01:32:36","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T05:32:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=73247"},"modified":"2020-06-28T01:32:36","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T05:32:36","slug":"a-park-themed-after-my-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/a-park-themed-after-my-life\/","title":{"rendered":"A Park Themed After My Life"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Tickets are printed on black paper, embossed with the red moniker<\/p>\n<p>Of this park or terror and wonder, laughter and magic<\/p>\n<p>Entry is through a hall of mirrors &#8211; reflecting both the hilarious and tragic<\/p>\n<p>You leave without knowing if any of the images belonged in reality<\/p>\n<p>Exit Dysmorphia and on to the next attraction &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>To Bee or Not To Bee<\/p>\n<p>An obstacle course distraction<\/p>\n<p>Where you must avoid touching any bee icon any cost<\/p>\n<p>Or a trapdoor will open sending you straight into hell &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>Your sad demise signaled by a bell<\/p>\n<p>Both your dignity and the game being lost &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>Not for the faint-hearted the next is a ghost plane<\/p>\n<p>Where you sit facing backwards to face passengers in pain,<\/p>\n<p>Laid out on stretchers and hooked up to drips,<\/p>\n<p>As you hurtle round backwards through the most horrific of trips<\/p>\n<p>Themed after a journey the owner took at six<\/p>\n<p>Having survived the ride you will enter the magical festival site<\/p>\n<p>A myriad of festival simulations all in one price &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>Be repulsed by fetid aromas piped through your nose<\/p>\n<p>Or experience the thrill of being thrown over crowds<\/p>\n<p>To get closer to bands nobody knows,<\/p>\n<p>Enter the Find My Tent maze at your own risk &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s full of diversions and unimaginable tricks,<\/p>\n<p>You could easily spend the whole day just on this game<\/p>\n<p>And when you emerge nothing will ever be the same.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Tickets are printed on black paper, embossed with the red moniker Of this park or terror and wonder, laughter and magic Entry is through a hall of mirrors &#8211; reflecting both the hilarious and tragic You leave without knowing if any of the images belonged&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":252,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,2114],"tags":[2461,680],"class_list":["post-73247","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-announcement","tag-hour11","tag-poetrymarathon"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/73247","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/252"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=73247"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/73247\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":73524,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/73247\/revisions\/73524"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=73247"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=73247"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=73247"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}