The Death Of Raggedy Ann Poem by Chris Embrick

She ate from a tin can with a plastic spoon
She wore the bag ladies thrift store socks
She talked each night to the man in the moon
Looking out the window of her cardboard box.

She wore the bag ladies thrift store socks
To the homeless she was little Raggedy Ann
Looking out the window of her cardboard box
She hid every night from the bogeyman.

To the homeless she was little Raggedy Ann
She walked with a limp from a crippled back
She hid every night from the bogeyman
They found her body by the railroad tracks.

To the homeless she was little Raggedy Ann
She talked each night to the man in the moon.
She hid every night from the bogeyman
She ate from a tin can with a plastic spoon.