Under the Slide and Behind the Swings

Tinker, tailor, soldier, failure,
bossman, bassman, celebrity, geek.
Count the prune-stones,
toss the sticks,
choose your fortune
with magic tricks.

Liar, liar, tongue's on fire:
burn your words on a prolix pyre.
Tell a story,
hide some truth,
keep a secret -
'til your lips burn loose

Eeny, meeny, miny, mo,
there's less in chance,
than you'll ever know.

Sticks and stones, instead of bones,
write the names on paper.
Name the demon, name your fears
and light them with a taper.

As I lay me down to sleep,
I hope I do not sink so deep.
Wake me up, or lay me low:
my skin will shrink and nails won't grow.