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.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

February 2009

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