her petticoat falls around her
her fluttering heart a frightened bird
the crowd of empty hearts
didn't love her well enough till now
no one offers her sympathy
as she plays with the crowd
watching her undress
feeling too much like a girl
she's much too young
but they're hungry and she's lunch
so easily corrupted and persuaded
not place left untouched
she loves daddies friends
not objectifiable enough
but an object enough to sin
a ragdoll for the masses
my silly Sally ragdoll lets them in.