Joyce Rugg

Rookie (2/21/1996- / olean new york)

Broken Toys - Poem by Joyce Rugg

Mountains of plastic pile up
In dust covered rainbow heaps
The next must-have has come out
No one wants these dated things

Cold cement floor, chain-linked cell,
Two sad eyes, that watch you leave,
Whining as you walk away,
a new puppy in your arms

The kid who's too much trouble,
wrists bitten by metal cuffs,
and you just let it happen,
As white walls flash red and blue

When the warranty expires
And they no longer amuse
They're tossed away, just like trash
After all, they're broken toys

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 5, 2013


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