My Little Rag Doll
I owned a rag doll when I
was young,
I used to hug it and love
it, all day long.
Of course some times I
could be a bit rough,
and once, accidentally,
ripped one of its arms off.
Another time, by accident
no doubt,
one of its eyes popped
right out.
Yes I remember, with no
signs of mercy,
I could punch it, toss
it, squash it, and get it quite dirty.
But no matter what I did –
of course, I regret it all,
she would still smile at
me, my little rag doll.
- MGL
It could have been worse (for the doll):
ReplyDelete"Got myself a crying, talking, sleeping, walking, living doll Got to do my best to please her just 'cause she's a living doll Got a roving eye and that is why she satisfies my soul..."
Rest in peace Rick (the prick). And watch out for that Cliff.
DeleteOh Raggedy Ann, what have you become,
ReplyDeleteTrapped opposite this mirrored self?
You sacrificed an eye, but you were not made wise
In half a hindsight, that’s what got him off
You sacrificed an arm, and he would still despise
You made him yank it too hard, it wasn’t just cloth
Your sweetness and coy, it worked for a while
Ann, you ol’ puppeteer, always shrouded in stealth
When you killed his joy, you were left with a smile
This soothing mutilation of your fractured self
Perhaps you made his existence worthwhile
It may even sound as if you made him whole
Now you’re left spotted and sticky in a garbage pile
Not a rag doll in a mirror, just another tortured soul
Oh dolly wolly, resist!, speak truth to power
Would have been my advice, had you only asked
And the man in the mirror you shall devour
Then it would be he who belonged to the past
The phrase "dolly wolly" alone is high art ;-)
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