Hush, little baby, don't say a word,
mama's gonna shoot you a mockingbird
And if that mockingbird don't sing,
mama's gonna yell till your ears ring
If you cry till your tears run red,
mama's gonna lock you under the bed
if that bed frame breaks and cracks
mama's gonna put you in the garden shack
And if that shack gets set on fire
mama's gonna tie you up with barbed wire
and if that barbed wire breaks through
you're still the sweetest little corpse
That she ever knew.
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PoetryAn art-school bound senior with scars on her wrists A classic American lacrosse star with bruises on his face and drugs in his body And a gifted thespian who spends her free time in front of a toilet, vomitting. This is a tale of oppression, sufferi...
