A Pocket Full Of Rye

Bend a will to fit your need and wink your lying eye,
Sing a song of sixpence and a pocket full of rye,
Drown the loud dissenters at the bottom of the sea,
And lose your home and savings all because of me,
The king is in his counting house counting out his cash,
There’s less than he pretended hidden in his stash,
But he won’t let you see what goes on behind closed doors,
‘Cos he’s too busy lying and taking all of yours,
And when it comes to truth he’s purposefully vague,
He doesn’t want to scare you with stories of the plague,
The truth is just a story told a different way,
And soon as it gets warm, well the plague will go away,
Necks under the knee and boots upon the street,
He’d rather watch it burn than ever cede defeat,
The people let him off the hook and blame it on Beijing,
Now wasn’t that a dainty dish to set before the king

◄ The Rose, The Stem And The Thorn

Uncle Sam ►

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Jason Bayliss

Sat 12th Sep 2020 17:06

Thanks Robert and thank you Paul, really pleased you liked it. I love the sinister darkness of nursery rhymes, so I'm glad that came across.❤

J. x

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Paul Sayer

Sat 12th Sep 2020 08:12

Hi, Jason, this is bloody brilliant mate well done.

Paul

Robert Haigh

Thu 10th Sep 2020 20:07

A well-worked, dark-themed "nursery nightmare." The fat cats run the game (in government and in business) at the expense of us all. Power rules, as it always has done, and the greedy "elite" are always wanting more. Well penned.

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