poetry for poetry's sake

This little girl can't come out today
she's trying something new

She's got a pistol in her pocket
that she's hoping she won't use

cause you never know what's safe these days
and you just can't trust the news

and she never does smile quite as wide
as when she dances to the blues.

This little girl has a wicked little curl
spinning down the center of her forehead

and she's got this false sense of disconnect
that renders her often missled

performing a calculated swan-dive
into Anybody's bed

and she'll drink to her forgiveness
or just to clear her head.

This little girl wants to change the world
valentine by valentine

while Mr Guthrie laments the undoing
of this land of yours and mine.

If "all you need is love", she thinks
then "love will find a way"

So, I shall make myself a prophet and
die this way.