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Little Lost Lassie

Feeling pity

By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual WarriorPublished 4 years ago Updated 3 years ago 2 min read

Thinking you look so trendy and relevant

With your poorly dyed green hair

As you and your friends drink shots

Of vodka driving down the highway

With your eight year old son in the back seat

Without a care or concern in the world

Little Lost Lassie

You are so easily led astray

Not even trying to find your way

Happy and content to keep getting more lost

From every wrong turn you make

Little Lost Lassie

Wrecking lives and hurting others

Is your stock in trade

While you cry over spilled martinis

Thinking the world has treated you so unfairly

You trash and destroy all around you

Just for the adrenaline rush of superiority and self-importance

Little Lost Lassie

You are so easily led astray

Not even trying to find your way

Happy and content to keep getting more lost

From every wrong turn you make

Little Lost Lassie

Bending your body over your kitchen table

For any man who will pay your bills

Your bedroom door should have a meter on it

So you can keep track of them all

Did you know your son was peeking around the door watching it all?

Little Lost Lassie

You are so easily led astray

Not even trying to find your way

Happy and content to keep getting more lost

From every wrong turn you make

Little Lost Lassie

And when one of these men beats you up

Pulling chunks of green hair from your scalp

You cry to the judge, “But I love him!”

And beg that the restraining order be lifted

So you can invite this monster back into your home

To live with you, with you and your son.

Little Lost Lassie

You are so easily led astray

Not even trying to find your way

Happy and content to keep getting more lost

From every wrong turn you make

Little Lost Lassie

How many lives will you mess up?

Ignoring and laughing at any help that is sent your way.

When will you wake up?

How many people will you break?

Who love you and want what is best for you

In your insatiable need for attention

At any cost.

Even at the cost of your son.

Little Lost Lassie

You are so easily led astray

Not even trying to find your way

Happy and content to keep getting more lost

From every wrong turn you make

Little Lost Lassie

- Julie O'Hara

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Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior

Thank you for reading my work. Feel free to contact me with your thoughts or if you want to chat. [email protected]

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