Poetry Time
Little Plaything on A String
Just like that dog, you keep outside.
Too kind to abandon it
But too tired to pay it any attention.
You tie it to the tree out back
And let it do it's thing.
It tries to run, but gets yanked down
Over and over again.
Just like that toy when you were a child
The dog on a string that squeeked
As you dragged it behind you, careless and unaware.
Running through the house, bashing it to the wall
Constantly tugging it, careful not to let it go astray
Putting your puppy on a display for all
Over and over again.
That's all I seem to be to you
A little plaything on a string
Either you tie me up, ignore me in full,
Or drag me lifeless and emotionless behind you.
Just like that dog, you keep outside.
Too kind to abandon it
But too tired to pay it any attention.
You tie it to the tree out back
And let it do it's thing.
It tries to run, but gets yanked down
Over and over again.
Just like that toy when you were a child
The dog on a string that squeeked
As you dragged it behind you, careless and unaware.
Running through the house, bashing it to the wall
Constantly tugging it, careful not to let it go astray
Putting your puppy on a display for all
Over and over again.
That's all I seem to be to you
A little plaything on a string
Either you tie me up, ignore me in full,
Or drag me lifeless and emotionless behind you.