Nursery Grime

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,
smoke.

Twinkle-twinkle little star,
rock and roller heavily scarred,
miserable and desperate, alone in a bar,
drunk.

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,
out.

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

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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