I speak through my art or my prose. Often people might not understand either and often people might understand what they are built or chose to understand. Hope you enjoy the rhyme though (written exactly 10 years ago!)
Digital Art ©Val Resh 2021.
Wee Willy Winkie
runs through the town
upstairs and downstairs
Grim Reaper his nightgown
Harvest of thee dead
shall ripened and be fed
reachers of the fruit
vanitied by the bruit
deprived is such life
mortality killed his wife
The Grim Rapper Peter Pater Platter Palette and The Knife
Frozen limbs to be claimed
lives of crows but no brain
ScareCrow ruffles through his mane
lights a joint starts a flame
Suicidal he suffocating in glee
along came Dorothy
on to Oz shall we be?
Yellow Roads Green fence and mates
Blue domes Munchkin men and gates
Hollow hollow Grim Reaper He follows
Shadow fellow unrestrained shreeks HELLOW!
Wee Willy Silly Dilly
let's rhyme shalt we
Grim Reaper and me
'you shall kill yourself' he prances about sayin'
vanity today is nothin but u playin'
tappin' at the window
cryin' through the locks
Ar' all the children in their beds
Clock Clock Ticky Ticky Tock
Knock Knock
who'se there
Stinky Socks
Lock Clock
latch on you hog
find us some bread...humanity we be fed
what shame
loser games
Grim ur fuckin' lame
times have changed
shuffle ur name
thou shalt see
we the same
hit the bed
its way past dread!
'morrow use the blade...
Hee...
Hee...
Hee...
first published online 31st July 2021
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