Disposable Dollies

I saw a man today, thunderstorm in his eyes
the little girl beside him wore a smile like blue skies
despite the black eye that he gave her.

She was trying to make the best of it
talking to her ragged dolly that looked like shit
he just glanced down, sneered and said, “whatever.”

You rolled your eyes at that whore and it isn’t right
she was just hoping to get a fix tonight,
I guess you really are a killer.

If they dropped there and died would it be so wrong?
It’s cold out here, so it wouldn’t take long,
and would one less dolly even matter?

Everyone’s preaching responsibility
but no one gives a damn about the woman in the city;
when she screams, she screams forever.

By Jeanne MacGregor Lahn

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2 comments so far.

1. jämii outard says:

   this is really good. you don't find people very often who use technique as well as you do.

2. Jeanne Lahn says:

   Thank you. I write classically, but in modern genres not often explored in the classical techniques. Thanks for the praise and appreciation!