Fairytales

When I was growing up, well, the world was a shadowy place. Where wolves slinked past in grandma’s clothes Trolls lived below the bridge. Sweet girls were bait for hungry bears …Hush…who’s that at the door? The forty thieves will burn in oil For that’s the price of crime. Or so the story goes… And now that I’m all grown up? Well, The world’s still a shadowy place Where wolves creep past in soldiers’ clothes And trolls don’t hide no more. Sweet girls are bait for sadist swine …Hush...who’s that at the door? The forty thieves now rule the state For that’s the price of crime. Or so the story goes…