Plaything

Plaything
The one you walk past
All pretty in a box
Untouched
You want me
Pull the ribbon off
Amazed
You touch me
Comb my hair
Dress me up
Painted eyes stare
Bored
Bend my legs
See how far they go
Manufactured to be broken
This you know
Amputated
Naked
On your floor
Thrown in the bin
Not wanted anymore
Shopping
For plaything
She beckons you
Open her up
Break something new