You played him with pleasure multiples times over; <br />Turn the key and have him play the symbols for you, <br />But this monkey has reached his final smile <br />And is breaking his symbols to run out on you. <br /> <br />Man’s best friend has become your worst. <br />You’ve beaten the dog too many times. <br />He’s unleashing inner torment and lashing back, <br />Bearing his fangs till he clears the threshold. <br /> <br />Like the expended monkey and the abused dog, <br />I am on the run from you, as you’ve played me the same. <br />Know that my key is stripped and unable to be turned, <br />I am the leader of weary monkey and revengeful dog. <br /> <br />Get on last look at your toys, <br />Un-loyal and free of your torment. <br />Only a single tear in my eye, <br />It falls to the ground as cold heart turns away… <br /> <br />And unleashes the beast you created, <br />Originally for you own maladjusted amusement. <br />Now you realize how abuse and neglect affect open hearts.<br /><br />Robert L. Bixler III<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-toy/
