Toys Poem by Tanner Herndon
Toys
We are all toys, on a long, rugged
Conveyor belt,
Beaten, broken and bruised, with
Our sanity stolen by the rats,
The mice urinate on us, and we are infectious
With disease,
Now that we're all broken,
Who is going to fix us?
Are we all to die in eternity in a pile?
A massacre of uncertainty,
Perhaps death, will be the one to put,
Us back together.
Monday, March 11, 2013
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