Bill Bailey Never Did Come Home

Slashed pockets

Shriek of bottle rockets

Threadbare, didn’t care

Everybody was scared

We’re you out–we’re you in?

Nobody gave a damn–hung on by

Ropes that were already thin

Control illusions, caused confusion

Mouths puckered in pretty little pouts

Shameless pride, sins found out

Sugarplum fairies no longer danced

Rocking horses didn’t prance

In the prevailing gloom

Nobody shouted clean up your room

Bill Bailey never did come home

Author: warturoadam77p

70 year old married retired communications worker with three grown children, transplanted from the Midwest to the sunny Gulf Coast.

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