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
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2010
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