Stuffed Animals
They closed the last toy store.
The world had seemingly lost all its charm and every little bedwetter played with a tablet instead.
The landscape was becoming dull as its newest inhabitants.
There is nothing more strange than seeing a jaded six year old.
There’s just no magic anymore and the horizon was dismal at best.
It was now one stop shopping for all things you needed.
A machine consuming all and killing every other business in its path.
In the future children would view toys just about how they view a landline.
And the pedophiles shed a tear for puppy’s and trinkets were no longer effective.
Fuck a teddy bear I have a iPhone asshole and the cops are on their way.
Well least some things had improved and not all things that became one with the dinosaurs were such a bad thing.
The world didn’t need magic but children damn sure needed happiness and imagination.
Eventually even writers would become a dying breed as well.
I believe when I finally finish this book the world will no longer need books either.
See you at the landfill.
You can get a autographed copy it will be buried under a pile of stuffed animals and tinker toys.
I never was much for children to begin with.
Timing isn’t shit when the clocks running out on everything in this life.
toys arent us…..thanks
Thank you brother for reading.
Cheers
Great poem and great feeling. It’s all disposable. I’ll be in the landfill too. Where the party begins.
Thank you Rob for the read and I believe anywhere there is a party you can find me .
Cheers my friend .