These are the ramblings of a broken toy
A fallen idol of a parent’s plaything
The freak rebirthed in adult pain
The judgemental afterbirth of self scorn
Trapped in the remote controlled pornography of your gloom
Stewed in the pot and spiced with doll’s heads
Cursed to be last season in the HATEISUS advertised to unformed minds
Gathering like a dust covered action figure on a window sill while life passes by
Shaken by every blow of wisdom that was bought in cheap two dollar shop of lies
While self fornicating my ‘I ‘VE BEEN SO HARD DONE BY’ product line
Sitting on shelf deformed by others selfish acts abomination
So far from normal eyesight, still, I strive to redesign myself
BUT NOT IN MY MASTER’S PATTERNED COPYRIGHT