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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