Doll face – doll arm
What’s the harm
In playing games?
Dress up - strip down
All smiles, no frowns
Damn!
He lost her head again.
Swap it out
Don’t pout
All the same
Dolls and dames.
Sad boy
With his toys
Broken bits
And ugly shit
Wipe the grin, he doesn’t know
The lie was sold
But he grew old
Dream house - big car
Didn’t get them very far
Doll legs, cut hair
Body parts — Everywhere.
Wow what a journey! You’re so gifted in your own style. Love it!
What begins like a nursery rhyme gradually reveals something much darker. The contrast between innocence and disillusionment gives this poem its quiet power.