Smack and Pills
// April 1st, 2009 // Writing
Jack and Jill have had their fill
of water and brown paper
They’ve sung the song, the vinegars gone
And wounds are healing later
So let’s survey the damage
As we light the film on fire
Feign a memory and
Hang it on the wall
We’re still coming unstuck
Maybe this is all you see
But with any luck
I can put your feet back in this
Distant memory
We’ll feed the fire and clap our hands
Climb the trees that were too high
I’ll laugh as the pot goes to your head
And we steal the sticks that made us cry
Up the hill went Jack and Jill
And water turned to wine until
They both got stuck and ran a mock
And Jill is getting tired
Maybe the vinegar was too sour
And the brown paper too rough
But Jill is trying
While Jack is dying
Nothing is enough
It’s never enough
Jack made rhymes to pass the time
That Jill could only dream
And now he’s there
She’s wondering where
Her tumble could have been
Jack takes a fall, but not at all
Without Jill close behind him
But as he goes, she always knows
That Jewels is soon to find him
Jack and Jill were fine until
Such pretty Jewels could blind him