This young lass, playing one,
she ate tic tacs, made of sun,
with a pic, pack, happy slap,
gift a sod a throne,
this young lass, in the warzone!
This young lass, playing two,
starts imagining a crew,
with a pic, pack, happy slap,
gift a sod a throne,
this young lass, in the warzone!
This young lass, playing three,
loses some identity,
with a pic, pack, happy slap,
gift a sod a throne,
this young lass, in the warzone!
This young lass, playing four,
chucks her skirt, upon the floor,
with a pic, pack, happy slap,
gift a sod a throne,
this young lad, in the warzone!
This young lad, playing five,
still stands to remain alive,
with a pic, pack, happy slap,
gift a sod a throne,
this young lad, in the warzone!
This young lad, playing six,
buries pride, in open ditch,
with a pic, pack, happy slap,
gift a sod a throne,
this young lad, in the warzone!
This young lad, playing seven,
is so proud to be their weapon,
with a pic, pack, happy slap,
gift a sod a throne,
this young lad, in the warzone,
This young lad, playing eight,
is now running for senate,
with a pic, pack, happy slap,
gift a sod a throne,
this bastard, in the warzone!
This bastard, playing nine,
rubs his hands with cash landmine,
with a pic, pack, happy slap,
gift a sod a throne,
this bastard, in the warzone!
This young lass, playing ten,
is dying to start again,
but a pic, pack, happy slap,
gift a sod a throne,
means lost soul, cannot atone!
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
Offline) - Published: February 29th, 2024 11:47
- Comment from author about the poem: Did you know there was a hidden alternative, a B-side, to the nursery rhyme "Knick, Knack, Paddywhack, Give the Dog a Bone"? It's a very, very sad story, compared to the original children's ditty we all know and love. Unfortunately, you won't find an old man here, who's confident in his jovial identity, but on the other hand (or side in this case), you'll be revealed to a person, who at the start seems innocent, but because of their surroundings, begins to lose all sense of self, and becomes a profiting monster. The banner picture, of which I have used before, still represents the cage theme, but in this case, it's the process of humanity, in particular, survival. Sadly, when it comes to the sub par operation of humanity, there is a fear culture made by the upper one percent, that makes the multitude into slaves to trends, by forcing them (us), to obey questionable laws both governmentally and socially. This builds up a "vindicated sense of violence", in us all, that wishes to rid people, who are creating unnecessary problems around the world, by dangerous popularist repetitions, that have become infamous morbid habits. But in order to profit in life, it would infuriatingly seem, that you have surrender any real thought. Thus, it would seem that your "true self" has to be caged, and a new "alien persona" is out on display, to survive in the "merry mob!" I hope that you "enjoy" this not love song, when will decided, elected living ghosts wake? As always, please do stay safe everyone. N.B. (Obvious "saving my own arse" disclaimer) It's unlikely that the nursery rhyme "Knick, Knack, Paddywhack, Give the Dog a Bone", has a B-side. However, if it does, this isn't it, but it could be one of many.
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War is created by people too old to fight for those too young to die.
Andy
Thanks for the read Andy, and wow! What a brilliant reply, your response itself, is a short poetic punch, bravo!
I hope that all is well.
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