Wendy Mcneill

Holly O'

Wendy Mcneill


She walks around the corner 
Her heart small and tight as the ass in her jeans 
She is a nail biter 
Fueled by fire and comic book scenes 
She thought art held the answer 
But the moments of insight made the questions get larger 
She knew this town held treasure 
But the map was confusing started feeling like pressure 

Hey yo 
What do you know 
Sweet holly sweet holly sweet holly o'? 
Hey yo 
Where will you go 
Sweet holly sweet holly sweet holly o'? 

She says she's not worried of being alone 
Her mind gives her more than her lovers 
Has no desire to travel back home 
The big smoke nurtures more than her mother 

A three legged dog hobbled across her path 
Part polka part freak show 
She studied she laughed 
As she thought about how he'd arrived at that state 
Was it genetics or some weird twist of fate 
No collar no master 
How she could relate 

Hey yo 
What do you know 
Sweet holly sweet holly sweet holly o'? 
Hey yo 
Where will you go 
Sweet holly sweet holly sweet holly o'?