yes, yes everybody knows
what happens to toys and where they all go
they are torn, broken, and beaten
but nobody knows what’s the real reason
perhaps they are attacked all of a sudden
but what are the odds of being attacked by somethin’
when a toy is played with far more than often
it will be attacked by those who have been forgotten
he is defiled and harmed
in oh such a frightening fashion
he is beaten to a pulp
his leg will need to be refastened
the toys are so mean
there are too many to fight
he’ll get them somehow
they will all cry in the night
the fire burned everything
the master did not come from the room
if i cannot play with him
then neither can you
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 