I have phone,
But it is not a cell.
I have a computer,
But its not a Dell

My shoes aren’t cool,
From salvation army.
They think my shirt
Is all filthy and grimy

“The Ragdoll kid,”
Is what they call thee.
And they make me feel
Lonely like Annie

I go to Payless,
And lots of thrift stores.
Which must make me cheaper,
Then those filthy whores.

I don’t wear Shaqs
I don’t wear Nike
I don’t wear Airwalks,
I do wear all stuff considered tacky

“The Ragdoll kid,”
Is what they call thee.
And they make me feel
Lonely like Annie



They make fun,
Of my pants
Because of that…
I’ll can’t ever dance.

With that said
I won’t complain…
I have a brother after me…
Who will share my pai