~ The Nursery Rhyme Game ~
Humpty Dumpy sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpy had a great fall,
He fell from the wall that was built,
From many a year from society's same-ridden guilt.
Take the key, and lock her up,
Lock her up, lock her up,
Lock her up from her own guilt-ridden trip,
Lock her up, and watch her slip.
Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With poppy plants, made into opium hash,
So that I may trip away, and no one shall ever know.
Spoon-fed lies,
Growing up, such a shame,
But it's rather fun to play,
The Nursery Rhyme Game.
Three blind mice, three blind mice,
See how they run, see how they run,
They all ran from the knife of society's blame,
For their blindness was them driven insane… see how they run!
Hickory dickory dock,
The mouse ran up the clock,
The mouse had fun, with his father's shotgun,
Hickory dickory dock.
Spoon-fed lies,
From society's cries,
News media embellishes the truth of it all,
So the Nursery Rhyme Game comes to call.
Society has a sickness,
So the story goes,
That every nursery rhyme, fable, or tale,
Has its share of truth, and of its woes.
Who can you trust?
Who can you believe?
Within this extremely messed-up world
Of rhyming make-believe...?
Twinkle, twinkle little star,
How sad you've fallen from where you are,
From up above your world so high,
It's sad to see you've always lived a lie.
~ Anonymous ~ (in all actually, this poem was written by me).
