Rag Doll

they’ve taken my sister she’s all I’ve got our home here in K-Mart shelves our parking lot she’s gone through the check out I’m sure I saw a tear in the crowd lost for ever this loneliness I fear yet the very next day cheap in a gigantic sale an innocent looking little boy got me out of jail the joy was short lived an imp in disguise showing me no feelings a thing to chastise I spy a pair of scissors the bubble has really burst a plunge to the head life at its worst an arm a leg here in a civilize bed a split down the belly the stuffing the thread fantasy of the play station acting out his ideal one of life’s assassins guess this is for real. © Harry J Horsman 1999