The Playground

Ring around the rosy, The children have lost their posies... Balls aren't kicked, ropes go unskipped Sukey ruffied the tea that Polly sipped Miss Merry Mack dresses all in black It puts a target on her back John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt His heritage gets him punched and hit Kind King Coal traded his violin For prescription pills to make his head spin Mary sells her lamb on the streets The boogie man is who she meets Hickory, Dickory, and his brother Dock Each 13 year old boy owns a glock The three snap and turn their guns on Jill Her and brother Jack are who they kill And Humpty Dumpty jumped off a wall Ending his life with his fall Nursery rhymes have gone insane Children hurting, children maimed Guns and needles are new toys That Santa brings to girls and boys Kids walking the halls are not thriving They are sucking it up and surviving We see there's a problem, but do nothing While we turn our heads kids keep suffering Sukey raped Polly on their first date When Polly looks in the mirror she's filled with hate Miss Merry Mack was harassed for years She eased the heartache with vodka and beers John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt That's the name on his obit Kind King Coal overdosed Ten years of coke, his brain was toast At Mary's funeral no one cried Because her body went unidentified Dock, Dickory, Hickory are behind bars 13 year olds that will never drive cars Sweet Jack and Jill are buried in the hill And Dumpty's body is broken and still Ashes Ashes We all fall down...