One plastic bag
floating on a yellow line.
What did it mean?
Did she sing?
With an amazing voice?
That bag dressed in rags
sang like Ariel.
Cute but mute
by a which.
She was
left to reminisce
Ariel was shamed
broken like bullet holes
rained on her lamed soul.
Crippled; couldn't walk.
She didn't deserve to live in a box.
Beautiful voice;
forced to be a w**** bride.
The only thing she owned was
Deranged pretty blue eyes
and fairy's pixie dust.

Sang like Ariel;
flew like Wendy
An extramarital
bending
Backwards.
Fending for herself,
couldn't help
the men that made her bust,
But she did it for the pixie dust.

Wendy flew too high one day.
No more pain of the plastic bag
on that damned yellow line.
Ariel had no more shame.