Helter skelter water

Im the king of the castle
But for so long people pushed me under the bridge
As a dirty rascal
But I was clean under there

They said fowl things
But their stench was worse
They spilt such cruelty
While I was the mop to their mess

They used my bones as a broom
And my hair as a sponge
And sucked every ounce of me out

I am alive, but they treated me as a decaying rose
Left to brittle
Helter skelter
In rotting water

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