closing time (hey little doll)

closing time (hey little doll)

hey little doll, 
i don’t know if you can hear me, but…
it’s closing time…and we’re closing for good,
and in case you haven’t noticed, 
you’re the only doll left…
you’re the only doll we could not sell.
you’re the only doll no one wanted, not even for free.
which means, i’m sad to say, that your fate is not well
you’re doomed to be boxed up, and sent to storage hell.

what? don’t blame me with those sad button eyes,
you should instead be blaming your manufacturer, 
condemning the worker for his shoddy workmanship,
for letting you off the conveyer looking all fragile and misused. 

or you can blame it on advertising, on GI-JOE and Barbie too, 
all those unrealistic dolls with their unrealistic lives,
and their plastic looks plus their plastic accessories…
you should blame them for making you, with your fabric
pushing out at the seems, it creates such an 
undesirable taste in the consumer’s mouth…

but, shit, don’t you go blaming me,
i’d buy you, i swear, 
if only i had the money…
if only i had the funds…
damn it! stop looking at me,
i’d take you home, i swear,
if only i could afford you,
…and they don’t pay me nearly enough.

ok look, if you promise to stop staring,
i’ll be up front with the truth:
that the reason you are still here
is because no one knows what to do
with such a broken little thing.

hey now, don’t take that so hard.
i’m only telling the truth.
hey now, you better cheer up,
because the box is one lonely place
when you are sad and bitter with yourself.
hey now, it’s nothing personal,
it’s just the way life works… 


M. L. Michael 
03-15-06



 

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