Throwback Thursday Poetry: The New Toy

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.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s