Little Girl

There was a little girl

Who preferred the company of older men

She always loved to flirt and to tease

She loved all the attention

Only thirteen, she loved to dress up

And look like she would

In a year or ten

There was a little girl

Who preferred vodka to wine

She didn’t mind all their little additives

As long as they wanted her

She always loved to belong

Even if her makeup ran

Or if her scant dress was a little torn

There was a little girl

Who preferred free love to protection

Until one day she began itching

And found that soon she would be swollen

And be a plump lemon among her peers

Her liver was dying, her temperature flying

Until she came to a decision

There was a little girl

Who preferred to paint her walls red

With a little grey

She took her own life

As well as another

Just to keep her future away