Toys, toys, toys
A rental scheme
They wait to be hired
Used when they’re hungry
And used when they’re tired
Used and abused and misused
Toys, toys, toys
Dress them up
Style their hair
Stack them on a shelf
Take them to your room
Pain hidden behind plastic smiles
Toys, toys, toys
They yearn to break free
And just run for miles
Red lips
Thin waists
Long lashes
Silky hair
Just lay them down
And sit
And stare
Toys, toys, toys
And when you’re done
You take them back
And they wait again
For someone else
To start the whole process over
It hurts less every time
Feelings fading
Dolls becoming numb
Toys, toys, toys...
Author notes
Written March 24th, 2006
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Beautiful imagery here doll. I'm not too sure about the layout, I think it would work better broken into stanza's. If you had the "toys" line at the start of each one or something. Other than that, lovely and metaphorical
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this is indeed very different, but sad...it fits into both catagorires. very good! and don't forget to put "I eat leprecauns" in your author's comments! -
This is diffrant but good very good I liked it.
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Yes I agree with the above it is an interesting write. I think that people have misunderstood the message that you are trying to get across here. It is (I was going to say obvious but it's obviously not obvious to all) about being used and abused carelessly by various people. And the metaphorical toy in question is one of those people who appears happy and un-touched but who is secretly very sensitive and aware of self and the effects of mis-use. So yes it is a good poem. And weather meant or not I like the repitition of toys, toys, toyd because it gives an edgy feeling to the poem. Like a frustrated repition and reminder of what is wrong. It's almost like those wrods are shouting out at me. Well done, I enjoyed this.
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This is an interesting write. I'm surprized you don't have any comments yet. From what I got out of it this is about prostitutes right? Or strippers, or something like that, since real toys don't feel faded or numb. This is a powerful metaphor. I really like the set up of it too. The occaisionall repetition of toys, toys, toys gave it a structure without needing rhyme or traditional rhythm. That's my favorite type of poem. And it also screamed the meaning of it, the devalued state of being that a person goes into when they give up their body that way.
-blake
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