Doll by Don Goodwin
a little doll
in my hand
a little doll
a little manround eyes!
a startled face
bright red lips
a plastic gracemouth to mouth
i kiss my doll
he doesn't know
he has no knowledge of the senses
no love no laugh
no life no brain
you'll call him daftyou will be wrong
my doll's so smart
he does not care
for whole or parthe is! he is!
no monstrous drone
you are the monster.
a breathing bone

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