I am Not your Dolly Girl

© Rosemary K, 2008

Listen, lover boy
I’ve had enough
Now I’ve gotten tough
For I can’t be your dough
To knead as you like
Or your playground
To tread as you think:
I am not your dolly girl.

When the phone rings
You spring up like a dog
Incoherent murmurs are you say
Keeping to ‘yeah’ and ‘ah’
Dating your string of wenches
Thinking I am too stupid
To catch you cheating cupid.
Listen, lover boy
I am not your dolly girl.

I have not forgiven
The secret messages
The ribboned pledges
Tucked in your shirt pockets
Neither have I forgotten
Your perennial business trips
Which turned out escapades
To luxury spas in Spain
Consorting with your leggy spaniels
Enough is enough
I am not your dolly girl.

Listen, lover boy
I’ve grown too wise for your moods
Your lies and wiles are now thinned
A ‘bad day at work’ no longer works
To make me grieve pretended woes
Or flee with terror from your slaps
Thinking myself a martyr of sorts
Enough is enough
I am not your dolly girl.

Today I packed my things
I no longer wish to dwell in distress
For sure I am now my mistress
Having fled a gruesome trickster
Who sought my humility
And sunk low in profanity
A rag doll in insanity.
I have left you, lover boy
Do not expect a curtain call
I am not your dolly girl.