Wednesday, November 06, 2013

A Child Rhymes 

One, two, tie my shoe
good shoes are for 
a chosen few

Three, four, shut the door
trap all blessings and throw them
on the floor

Five, six, pick up sticks
whip the voodoo man and fix
tangled web of lies and poo poo mix
his amazing bag of tricks

seven, eight, no one's straight
it seems we'll be alone at heaven's gate
judgment day, I cannot wait
greedy politicians took the bait

nine, ten, a big fat hen
is all I need to show you then
the bunch we call august men
a plague of piggy thieves 
wallow in a pen


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