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Friday, June 10, 2011

Jack and Jill, Revisited

I need a cure

for this pain that I feel

deep on the inside.

It has no name

it has no rhyme

It just comes back

from time to time.


A happy place

to which I cannot escape

no matter how I’m trying.


Jack and Jill

went up a hill

to fetch a pail of water.

Jack fell down;

He drank too much Crown,

and Jill was fucking his father.


Escape


from Reality.


Escape


Life’s misery.


Humpty Dumpty

sat on a wall.

Humpty Dumpty

had a great fall.

All the King’s horses

and all the King’s men

Refused to put Humpty together again.


They butchered and they slaughtered

they stomped and they squealed.

Reveling in Humpty’s madness

fevering their religious zeal.


Humpty couldn’t stifle a sob

They raised their glasses

toasting a cheer

Clinking them together

spitting on Humpty’s tears.


Jack stumbled in on the party

wearing spiked steel shoes.

Seeing Humpty huddled to the ground

Jack forgot his fears.


He whooped and he hollered

pumping bloody fists.

Crown goggles blurring

Humpty’s silhouette.


Jack turned to the crowd

eyes gleaming with desire

He would have revenge now

Never brave enough for Father.


We’re so alone


In this world of sin.


We can’t even trust


our next of kin.


...for Humpty was his brother.

Born of his own wife,

who lay slain by a rusty knife.


Revenge Jack took

kicking Humpty to a pulp.

A final wish

squashed under foot.

A fallen soldier

shall breath life no more.


The King smirked

his dirty work done

He prayed God I am so thankful

I fathered a dumb bastardly son.

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