Teddy Bear Re-Treat Poem by Joshua Mccoy

From a sky scraper window
I can see it all
Candy heart being given
And teddy bears hugged big and small
Heart throbbing surprises for one and all
Fancy gold diggers walk with poofy wigged hair big and tall
Yup
From this corner office of Broken Hearts INC,
I can see it all

In the darkened alley…
A trash can roasts newspaper and rat droppings with gloved hands all around it.
A young boy knocked clear off his feet and beaten to a bloody pulp by a muscular ragged behemoth just for a piece of moldy old bread.
A mother decaying from an incurable disease, on the verge of tears again for committing yet another service to a complete stranger just to feed her starving family of three while her imposter of a beloved, rots far away in a lap of overpriced luxury and fame.
A game of catch the broken bottle by two little girls who barely reach the average person’s knee, get interrupted by a police raid on the entire area as cars and sirens neutralize the area with stinging mace on those who try to understand why the rid had come, bloody multiple gunshots fired on those who ran for safety or to warn loved ones before being silenced, and vicious attack dogs released from dozens of cages on families who stayed behind to stick together and little children who could not keep up with there mommies and daddies.
Just to catch one, crafty, drug dealer disguised as a member of this fallen community
And managed to escape without a single scratch.

On the main streets in broad daylight…
Decorations go up with balloon shaped hearts and childlike laughter is on the rise.
Hearts in swoon confess their hidden thoughts of intimacy.
Some give roses with a sparkling gentleman flare.
Others give rings with diamonds big enough to reflect the suns rays like a giant disco ball.
While those who give their hearts out on one knee in complete honesty, and humbly offer their entire existence just to be loved,
Get ignored or rejected without care.

Material bling
To replace the real thing
Has made my favorite holiday
A commercialized extravaganza.
Watch out for those pointy thorns given without meaning by a shady grin.
Watch out for that twenty-five cent vending machine prizes that will break before u leave the store.
And keep a lookout for an honest, humble one who does not pay
To unlock you in every way
But,
Offers you the key to their entire world
On bended knee.

In the office…
Of broken hearts INC,
I wonder if anyone else
Sees what I see
Out there.