Ode to Toys

Wed, 06/04/2014 - 21:33 -- tpeele


United States
48° 3' 6.3828" N, 121° 37' 46.9452" W

We are all trapped, stuffed, tooken apart and put in dark place.

We never know why we are here 

We hear laughter and loud noises out side of our dark prison. 

Kids they dont treat us right.

They throw us bite on us and just tear us apart. 

But the worse, the worse has yet to come

When the kids leave for school they leave us on the floor 

then beast comes....

The beast this is what we all fear the most. 

We wish we could be like those toys on tv with Andy.

Man it would be nice to be with him.....


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