Rock-a-bye baby on the tree top,
bright as the moon with a heart that has rot,
naked and horny in a low cloud of pot,
Twinkle-twinkle little star,
rock and roller heavily scarred,
miserable and desperate, alone in a bar,
Humpty-Dumpty sat on the wall,
psycho little egg, met Alice in the fall,
through music and fantasy, he crawled,
out of her uterus, a baby boy.
Ring around the roses,
cocaine stuffed in noses,
naked and horny in a strip-club she exposes,
post pregnancy stretch-marks.
Baa-baa black sheep,
watching the blood seep,
out the puncture wound as the needle creeps,
And we all tumble-down the hill,
just like Jack was tripped by Jill,
or we tumble-down like Jill,
for the sake of the thrill.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar