Toys

You have a new toy

And its great

Tearing at the wrapping

Like Christmas day

Drunk on lust

The fresh feeling fleets

All you’re left with

Is shredded paper at your feet

Squirming to find comfort

You find the groove

The same you quit on

When something new found you

There is nothing better

Than a new Christmas toy

Especially when

Everything is a boy.

Poe-is-try.