Christmas Toy

I was the Christmas toy
Greeted with joy
But soon you grew tired
It seems I was a burden
What you wanted was a thing
A something
So we played your sordid little games
Each one hurting more than the last
Touch him here
Poke him there
Hear him scream and beg
Watch him cry
Perhaps this toy is good for something
After all

Joseph Men
11/29/01

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