Free Cee Nursery Crimes

there once was a time of simple pleasures like hop-scotch, marbles and electric trains hop-scotch turnd into scotch on the rocks when i got drunk enough to realize what adulthood ordains childhood led to my becoming a hood i held a lot of adoration for adolescence my youth was an era of hopes and dreams and faith formed of fact was at its essence stealing kisses in the kitchen became blatant thievery i played spin the bottle until i spun out of control jumping rope landed me at the end of my rope and sin seeped deep into my soul I recall when nursery rhymes first became rhetoric And when reality dashed the dreams to which I once clung Now, at sixty four, I have only one regret And that is the fact that I didn’t die young © 2012 copyright PHREEPOETREE…..~free cee!~