Margaret DawnHey there, Margaret Dawn, where did you get that locket?I got it down town, while wonderin' around,picked from a strangers pocket.Oh dear, Margaret Dawn,did no one try and stop it?I never got caught, wonderin' around,going through strangers pockets.For shame, Margaret Dawn,they'll hold down your hand and chop it.My hand or my head, I'm unafraid,let them come hither and lop it.Dear, dear, Margaret Dawn,Your mind, I fear you have lost it.Quite possible yes, your statement is true,Oh where in the world did I drop it?
BeautyBeauty, the world only wants it skin deep.No remorse, no guilt, no sadness, when crushing it between forefinger and thumb.It was unsightly on the inside anyway.So, crush me like you did the others... tear away my pulchritudinous wrappings, expose to the world what you know to be true.Toss aside the repugnant contents of my being and continue on with your righteous crusade.The truth is ugly, and that part is worthless to you.