A doll floating in water,
one eye popping out of face.
Torn and ripped are the frills,
dirty is the lace.
Maybe you can save her,
catch her fall from grace.
Pick her up and hold her to your breast.
Shield the already broken toy from the rest
of the world who would try to rip the heart,
and tear it from her chest.
Make her more like them,
raunchy and askew
for who wouldn't want company in misery?
And what whore doesn't disdain virtue?