The world has gone so far from paradise
The forbidden knowledge has grown like weeds
The Lord planted wheat, the enemy planted strife
Now we plant poppies and produce never ending grief
We’ve gone so far as to abort the seeds of life

Everything is wrong, everything is right
What one man does is justified by greed
What the other does is crucified by the need
To see which is greener, his money or his grass
And we hide it all under the cover of the night

Jack is not Jack and Jill didn’t tumble after
Jack traded in his crown for a glass slipper
And road a pumpkin with six white mice to the ball
Sat by the phone waiting for his handsome prince to call
The clock stuck midnight and the cow jumped over the moon

Life don’t look like life when I was young
We’ve remove all the closet doors at home
Brother is wearing momma’s dress with her high heels
Sister is wearing grandpa’s painter’s overalls
And the dish ran away with a spoon of blow

© 2018 Tim D. Coulter Sr.