Nursery Crimes

By Paradoxology

                                ~ Nursery Crimes ~
     (I feel sorry for those who were born during the Dark Ages,
       but I feel even more sorry for those being born today...)

Please send me a prayer and a parable
For the darkness is darker than usual
In the daylight's disguise so unbearable
Full of lies so unclear and unprovable...

             Little miss Helen sat on a melon
             Painting her canvas to God
             Along came a poodle who broke through the middle
             Then killed her and buried her bones in the mud...

Fleece to hide the preacher’s greed
Instinct of the serpent’s seed

             Little boy Lenny picked up a penny
             Sharp as a razor-edged blade
             Along came a kitty who burned down the city
             By slitting his wrists and igniting his blood...

Sigmund’s warm synthetic grin
Rape and torture done within

             Little Susanna ate a banana
             Lifting her eyes to the sky
             Along came a monkey who tore out her tummy
             Then fiddled and danced while she suffered and died...

Tears became the teacher’s drink
Innocence the missing link

             And every time a final line was smeared in red upon the scene,
             “Don’t you dare forgive me kid ’cause I was sent to set you free”

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Copyright 2017 Paradoxology
Published on Wednesday, November 1, 2017.     Filed under: "Philosophical" and "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: Exceptional poetry, great rhythm, love the sarcasm🖤

  • worm On Thursday, November 2, 2017, worm (1149)By person wrote:

    I believe that fairy tales are inherently evil... when you read them and break them down they always spell doom for the protagonist... this is exceptionally good! Kudos! ~worm~

  • Paradoxology On Friday, November 3, 2017, Paradoxology (14)By person wrote:

    Especially the fairytale-for-adults that is Evolution religion, the real “opiate of the masses” that is always bait-and-switched with reason-based religion which is then falsely blamed for the hellish consequences, kind of the idea of this poem: the innocents destroyed by the opiate in its various forms and the dealers getting rich by it.

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