Witless Little Toy
A landscape slowly rose; harsh with ups and downs.
Ominous-looking mountains, was built high
Above the sky.
So rubber-gloved hands of pity, gently filled up the holes.
All for their chance to see this;
The sight of a used up Toy.
Stitched up. Sterilized. Suddenly, paralyzed.
Foolish little toy, how could you not see?
They are salaried souls; they just take
What they need.
So now open your eyes, O you Witless Little Toy.
Don’t ever let them drain you,
Do not give them that joy!