Doll House

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Welcome to the big doll house.

Where you are prettied up in a perfect blouse.

There is a puppet master holding your strings.

You are a doll with no brains to think about things.

Your whole life is a game.

You are a waste of time and a shame.

Your purpose is to play with.

Dolls made of plastic isnt a myth.

Plastic head cant do much harm.

Puppet strings attached to your arm.

All pretty in that fake blouse.

In the big doll house.

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In case you cant tell, I just watched hairspray, and 'the big doll house' is part of that, and it gave me an idea for this poem! Hope you like it! Tell me what you think?!

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