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Boys And Girls Come Out To Play

Boiling in the filthy stench of your own boiling cauldron in your false life
How many myths does it take you wet soaking witch
To convince yourself to hide behind another mask after your cause rife
Unto a Queen you have called off her throne
To play chess on your board, where I move, until you have no home
In my squares we shall dance, we shall play
My Rook, my Bishop, my Knight, my King, shall leave you in dismay
This Monarch leaves you where you lay
The truth of your pawns your minions I will slay
Masquerade in the pit of your murky waters you cannot wash off that dirt
The day will come you will be held accountable for you own shitty worth
Medusa to droves for what, remarks, adores, that drive to give Little Blue Homer the illusion of power
Taking animosity past the moon callous remarks in the darkest hour
There is more to life Little Red Riding Hood when the Big Bad Wolf is chasing you and the door is locked to escape to that high tower
Baring for what you truly are
A bogus star that has fooled the masses too long and has pushed trolling too far
You crave the fame, the glory
Now comes the guts, drop the guillotine, and let the crowd watch death as it bleeds, your story
Slipping into your man silhouette who will be served, so have no fear, Little Jack Horner who sat in his corner words to appease, alter ego you lease... tell me do they still please
Eating of psychedelic mushrooms, straight jacket in your padded tomb
When in full view, a hand slipped down without making a sound  
As she believed she is a he portraying the proverbs like Son of Sam, peeved, she is still a chick without a dick as she asked who am I
The one and the same person in the eyes to disguise with bold face lies
Do you not get fatigued of playing games
Brady Bunch profiles taking up squares one person all the same, with countless names
Karen and Becky, the witch, a dragon slayer who has your secret key
Looked upon in your old nakedness with the lust to win hearts, with deceptive reflection
If eyes knew you as you come out to play as a Boy, the peek- a- boo switch-a-roo  game, “ring around the rosies” thinketh as man where you stand, I get you and I totally understand
Dissociative identity disorder of the worst kind lost in a nursery rhyme fairyland
Finishing your deception with duck, duck, goose, smart minds will realize you lose without hesitation
A fool’s ploy, a kill joy, playing with mind like toys, like they are naïve little girls and dumb witted boys
You bath in the essence of your carnal sins
Drian the nasty water of your facade, your romantic pretense as a jester with tricks as a young chick or a handsome dick who I'm sure will delude over and over again
Velvety tongue as you run to and fro from Hell to be burned by the rise of the sun
Nursery Rhyme Based On Boys And Girls Come Out To Play
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Author's Note
Nearly all children have a feeling for rhythm in words, for the delicate pattern of nursery rhymes. Many adults have lost this feeling and, if they read verse at all, demand a far cruder music than...
Nearly all children have a feeling for rhythm in words, for the delicate pattern of nursery rhymes. Many adults have lost this feeling and, if they read verse at all, demand a far cruder music than that which they once appreciated.

Louis MacNeice
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