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Bedtime Stories
“Sally sells sea-shells
Down by the sea-shore.”
While this town’s full of drug addicts
And every girl’s a whore.
“And Mary had a little lamb
Who’s fleece was white as snow.”
While we have teenagers contemplating suicide
Something that no one wants to know.
“London Bridge is falling down,
My fair lady”
The children are screaming without making a sound
Ain’t it crazy?
They’re all too afraid to go to sleep,
Because there is no more “Mother Goose”,
or fucking “Bo Peep”
Instead it’s the “Boogey Man”,
Who visits them at night
Forget about the closet,even under the bed
This time he’s in it
And he’s going by ‘dad’
No more Cow jumping over the Moon
The Dish long forgot to runaway with the spoon
All that’s left, is the wreckage
Of young lives, ending far too soon
Truly some fucked up Nursery Rhymes, I know
But sadly, they’re our nightmares of reality
So, “Hickory Dickory Dock.”
I guess our clock’s run out of time.
