And Anyone Can Play
The breeze was brushing softly
Against his wrinkled cheek.
The air was warm and full of sun.
Small boys played hide-and-seek.
He tossed his bread balls one by one
To ducks in the moss-capped creek.
She looked so sad and lonely
The old man had to speak.
Come follow me, and we'll have fun.
I'll take you to a place
With ice cream trees, and everyone
There wears a smiling face.
Where birds are made of bubble gum.
Where bees are chocolate cake.
Where boys let girls play hide-and-seek
Down by the milkshake lake.
O'Flanagan yelled, "KICK IT IN!"
And Brown kicked down the door.
Schwartz saw it first, closed both eyes, cursed,
And threw up on the floor.
O'Flanagan said, "Wipe your chin.
We've seen this scene before."
Staring at slaughter through salty water,
He sounded so unsure.
Ten cops inside, ten cops wide-eyed,
Glaring at guts and gore.
Walls splotched with blood, so thick, like mud.
It lay flayed on the floor.
"That rookie Kratchet found this hatchet
Hidden behind the door."
The house surrounded; the cops confounded:
This one was number four.
O'Flanagan, an angry grin,
He clinched his fist and swore,
"We'll nail him fast! This kid's his last!
He won't get any more!"
But he was in another town
Telling young girls tales
Of talking dogs and chocolate boats
With cherry flavored sails.
Where children never go to school:
They laugh and sing all day.
Where grown-ups serve, and children rule,
And anyone can play.