Walk in the Park

A nursery rhyme about abuse.

We were watching TV, My friend Billy and I, When mommy came in With a hot apple pie.

She said, “Boys have a piece Of this hot apple pie, I’ve made it just now, Go ahead, don’t be shy.”

I ate one big piece, And Billy had two, My mommy makes pies Like no one we knew!

Then mommy said, “Boys, Why sit in the dark? It’s so sunny outside, Go play in the park.”

So I looked at Billy And he looked at me, We knew that the park Was where he would be.

But mommy would not Let us stay in the house, So we had to go out And play cat and mouse.

We walked very slowly, A little afraid, We remembered what happened The last time we played.

But there in the park We met Danny and Jimmy, And Bobby and Chad And Alan and Timmy.

So all of us laughed, We had a good time, And I got to show How well I could climb.

Then Billy just stopped Like he swallowed a cat, And we all saw him then, The brat with the bat.

His real name is Robert And he’s only ten, But don’t call him that, Or you won’t walk again.

The brat was alone With his only real friend, That hard wooden bat, He’d use it to send,

Danny and Jimmy And Bobby and Chad, And Billy and me, Running like mad.

So the brat came to us, It was too late to run, He said, “I’ll fuck you all, This is gonna be fun!”

And he laughed like one Of the bad guys you see, Just before shooting All those men on TV.

Then the brat raised his bat And broke Danny’s arm, He cried, “Fuck, this is great! Like rats on a farm.”

He hit Jimmy and Bobby, Kicked Alan and Chad, And Timmy and Billy Were bleeding real bad.

I tried to help Billy, But the brat got to me, He used his old bat And busted my knee.

And as we were lying Out there in the park, Bleeding and broken, Alone in the dark,

We heard this man shouting, Boy, was he fat, That man was the dad Of the brat with the bat.

“Come here good-for-nothing, Slime piece of shit, Come, you son of a bitch, I’ll Hit! Hit! Hit! Hit!”