A raggdolls tale.

How can you be so sad at this time.
Has the world turned it's back on you.
Left you on the ground. With your back broken.
Burried by a landslide or two.
Or parished at sea.

Baby. Crying is never easy.

A bird claimed it's home on a phone line.
How could it be. He wont give you a call.
Could it be he has forgotten.
Forced by faked fractured fall.
Or faced fact your not a buyer.

Darling. I'm out here on a wire.

There were two little dolls and a coinflip.
Life is not fair. Nor is the tale.
If you lay down. Your eyes will close.
You vision is vague and your skinn is pale.
And you're not even willing to see.

Honey. Wont you just let it be.

Pull your head down to get some sympathy.
Or find a new dress to wear.
Though silk and lace is a poor disguise.
For dolls who ain't got no hair.
Find fools as a way to get wagged.

Sweetheart. Life's just not for the ragged.

(k)