LIKE a street drug, his poison <br />took, and took well, like a dull <br />knife, it cuts the skin, then <br />finds the blood, then soul. <br />OH fairy tales, take this child <br />in your hands, <br />OH fairy tales, let the white <br />horse come, and take this child <br />to a place called, me, love, <br />and them. <br />LIKE a street whore, this <br />man sells his body to the <br />dogs, the rich take what they <br />want, and the poor kick, <br />and kick, untill he finds his <br />way back home. <br />OH fairy tales, take this <br />child in your hands, <br />oh fairy tales, let the <br />white horse come, and take this <br />child to a place called, <br />me, love, and them.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-a-friend/
