The One About Mary

The transition of a little girl into the criminal world

Mary was a good kid
Quiet, brave, naive
Until december came along
And santa forgot about her home

She couldn't understand where she went wrong
Though, It wouldn't last very long
Her mom seemed sad about her kid's frustation
But the solution only works in her imagination

Expecting good things for being pure
Never really led to anything
It's time to achieve her desires
Even if it sets one's world on fire

She holds on to a knife
About to change the course of her life
And she will never be the same
Because Santa never came.

Reviews

[DRAGO]

my german teacher got cole for christmas once

[hypochondrita]

Well...watch out for that one

[p]

I don't know what it is about Writer's café writers that let's them accurately depict my childhood... It's weird.

(This was very good.)

[hypochondrita]

Sorry to hear about that, Casey. Good luck ahead and thanks for the nice words!

[p]

Just to be clear, I was joking! Just so any NSA agents don't get the wrong idea. (Looks left and right).

[hypochondrita]

Hahah alright

[GalaxyGhost]

This is eerie and I like it!

[hypochondrita]

oh, thank you :)