Mary O'Brien

Bottle blonde
Until the end
Ground down
But not out
Found fame
Faded away
But came back
Influence rubs off
Whether appropriate or not
A less than perfect split
She lifts the cup to her lips
She tries to force it back
Something in her gut starts to react
Definitely, well it must be
Definitely, it must be
Cheap crockery
That was tipped
From the top of the stairs
What did you do that for?
Easily swayed unafraid
Can’t turn back
Starting to crack
Her mascara is streaming
But the guests are not leaving
A less than perfect split
She lifts the cup to her lips
She tries to force it back
Something in her gut starts to react
I don’t really know if I want to be
Part of this world — but I must be
I’m none of the above