No More Play
Sizzling bubbles over the top,
A rag doll dragged
Up
Down
Up,
and Down
Squeezed dry to the pulp
A frown called upon
You are obsessed
Can't seem to
STOP
One after the other
You shun old, forgotten, lost toys
The problem isn't that you play
The problem is that you play with me
I just want you to go away
I guess no on ever told you
I wasn't a piece in your little game
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