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!)