No "Fix" on Fox

“She was someone’s little girl once”
That’s what the cop said as he closed the zipper
On the first home she’d had in years
She was a beautiful baby
All giggles and jiggles with big, brown eyes
And fat little chipmunk cheeks
She was a precocious and charming child
Asking questions about anything…and everything
Soft, delicate lips and skin like golden brown cashmere

She was abused and molested
Starting at the age of nine by Bag Men
And her Druggie mother’s fellow Bed Bugs
She was Torchin’ up at eleven
Or doin’ the Herb and Al show
Hype’s in the hood called her
The Blunt Runt, The Bowl Troll
The Skunk Punk
She was “On a Mission” by her 15th birthday
Chillin’ in the Ozone…Cooler in chapped lips
Munchin’ on Gorilla Biscuits…gettin’ Twacked

She was a Bag Bride at eighteen
Jacked, Cracked and slapped…All Tweakend Long
A Rockette dancin’ at midnight
With Spindarella
She was Freakin’ and Geekin’…Back-to-Back at 20
A Raspberry, a Toss-up…a Crankenstein
Her own special diet…on the Jenny Crank Program
Committing Methamfelonies and Chasing the Tiger
Every damn chance she got

She was a Skag Rag
A Bag Chaser
A Crumbsnatcher
A Free Baser
A Rock Fiend
A Ratchet Jaw
“It’s my life…fool”
“F..k the Law”
She was an All Star
A Doper…An Addict…A Junkie
She was a Crack Head
On Ugly Dust
She had a Jones named…Monkey

She was 23 when they found her dead
Lying in an alley…glassy eyes looking
At stars she’d never reach
Track Marks criss-crossing…embossing
Pipe stem arms…A Dime’s worth
Of Bobby Brown
Embedding in the tissues of her ravaged liver
No more High Speed Chicken Feed
No more Buzzard Dust
No more Bugged and Bruised
The Ratchet Jaw now could rust

And if you listened…as they loaded up her body
The sound of a TV…floated down the alley
A special bulletin on Fox News
Told of how a pretty…wealthy
White girl had been murdered…
And the nation was aghast

This was no reported crime
Yet her life ended with a rhyme
The news was mum, unspoken
This was just a user croakin’
No hearts were cracked and broken
She was just another token
And what once had been a pearl
With tiny feet and dangling curl
Just up and left this world, and
She, too, had been someone’s… little girl