When I was a little kid, just about three
I liked to have Daddy read stories to me
Pertaining to doggies or bunnies or mice
With everything happy and cozy and nice
Now twenty years later as I lie in bed
I look back again at the books Daddy read
I see them on levels I didn't before
And see that those stories might be something more
As I was perusing those books of my past
I found some that left me agape and aghast
They had hidden meanings on every last page
Subliminal statements that filled me with rage
W...
Published on May 30, 2010 07:12