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Mallory Aderhold Nov 2017
It’s the 4th of July,
And I’m watching the fireworks,
Through the window of a mental facility.
A tear runs from my eye,
I think I hate fireworks,
I wipe my tears away.
Watching the cars go by,
With my hand on the window,
Cut off from the world.
Way up high,
On the 13th floor,
Is this supposed to make me feel better?
Mallory Aderhold Oct 2017
The Dream-house isn't the same and Barbie doesn't wanna play anymore.
Barbie wears a painted smile but her heart is so sore.
Oh, Ken's just on vacation.
But Barbie is home contemplatin'.
Sweet Barbie, how could Ken do this to you? After all you two have been through.
Barbie, you must make Ken pay.
Ken must see the wrong of his ways.
Just wait til Ken gets home.
He'll regret all those times he didn't pick up the phone.
It's a new day in the Dream-house and Barbie can see Ken from the window.
There's a hatred in Barbie's bright eyes, but poor Ken doesn't know.
Barbie greets Ken with a hug and a kiss.
Ken said "glad to be back", but Barbie knew it wasn't her that he missed.
"Of course...so how was your trip?'', Barbie asked.
Barbie waited for his lie while she poured him a glass.
Ken explained, "Oh, it was great".
Barbie already knew what was up and Ken should be afraid.
Barbie handed Ken his glass before calling out his major slip.
Barbie stared contently while waiting for his first sip.
"You know Ken, you should always close your email", Barbie sighed.
Ken almost choked and his eyes got wide.
The jig was up and Ken couldn't hide.
Barbie began to laugh and even cry.
Ken's vision started to fade and h  hit the floor. Barbie walked over dying Ken towards the door.   Oh, don't believe what they say about life in plastic.
Barbie could tell you, it's not always fantastic.

— The End —