Hey Little One
You’re the pretty one
A concept girl
Going home for the weekend
Common enemy
You’re a catastrophe
Waiting to happen
The intellectual
Hey little one
Simple form martyrdom
I would hold your hand
But the government is after you
Sweet sensuous
Tight pink lipped on this
Popsicle
‘Cause it’s cooler than smoking
Did you see the fallout vapors
Coming down around you?
And the shooting stars of the day
Competition only made you
A little bit stronger
But you’re a hell of a lot harder to break
Hey little one
In cognito
Learned a new language
¿Cómo eso está trabajando?
Running on empty
Running through fire
Told me you were done but...
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I love the " Hey Little One/You're the Pretty One" beginning! It gets readers on his/her side for the rest of the poem when it seems to be revealed that he/she is in a bad situation.