Archaic Rhyme
Heartbreak and spice,
everything nice,
Jet pepper and cracked
cinnamon.
Variety and life, diamonds and
curls,
Feminine mystique such a sin.
Sorrow and snails, mysterious
things,
We all know boys will be boys.
With leather and musk, a little
bit rough,
Trashing out bodies, their toys.
Jack and Jill went up a hill,
To trip, tequila, and fall.
And then, they both came
tumbling down,
Cushioned by an eight-ball.
Soldiers, steeds and super glue,
Unable to foresee,
A fall, a break, rock bottom hit,
Nothing that can't be fixed...for
a fee.
Mirror, mirror, in my hand,
Am I the most anorexic of them
all?
Poke and prod and bended
knee,
Hoping he might call.
Light a candle...Be nimble! Be
quick!
Lift your skirt and take my dick!
Gladly! If after I meet you,
Peter,
Midnight strikes, and you're the
pumpkin eater.
Bah bah, black sheep,
Happen to know a virgin?
An apple a day, may keep the
doctor away,
If you ate it, instead of them.
There was a young lady, who
lived to buy shoes,
Despite what others may say.
Nine, 18, 27 months,
The price she had to pay.
Maybe, he sat in the corner,
Dreaming of nothing but pie,
He stuck something in, it
wasn't his thumb,
Pat on the head, what a good
guy.
Star light, so bright!
Is that a white light I see?
Hit me baby, one more time,
Revive my agony.
Little miss innocent, sat in a
bar,
Drinking her whiskey and rye,
Along came a spider, sat down
beside her,
Bedding her with a lie.
Stars that twinkle, diamonds
too,
Never questioned, never
thought,
To be the naive reasoning,
Behind fortunes sought.
A fairy tale, nursery rhyme,
poison antiquities,
Teach the future something
more,
Something more to seize.
Tiskets and taskets, better left
for baskets,
A distant era, another time.
Pockets full of ashes and
posies,
Archaic cradle rhymes.
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