Toys R Us


They say to pat, tap

And never stretch

For our flesh is sacred


Sacred! Sacred?

Scared? Sacred?

Scared? Scared?


These uneven lumps

Strewn about by

Unforgiving nature


This nose, a slime hole

Protruding hairs

Gross but “necessary”


These frigid french fries

Dipped in chipped paint

Indicating passed “time”


Bones wrapped in dumb flesh

Matching limp limbs

Haphazardly hanging


I can see them now

On birthday eve

Carefully stitching us


Made fit to forget

With sweet sirens

Of “rationality”


Swiftly beating bomb

A bloody tool

The fatal human flaw


Placing us neatly

Underneath trees

“Mother nature” they say


Molecular cells

(Wrapped in warm nude!)

In our flesh prisons