Toy Vagabond

From Single by Bryon Bowers

Toys

Words by Bryon Bowers

Optimus Prime Standing Precariously Upon the shelf Dead eyes staring Right at me… With super star power Jet pack dangling Off his back Midriff barely connected gun by his side Battle axe at the ready He can hardly hold himself steady It was a Toy Blood Bath Only the toughest did survive A boy grows up Ambitions they arrive A snapshot of his mind Innocence left behind Time marches on… Calls you on the phone Says "leave my toys alone…" A boy cleans his room… Mom forcing toys to their doom Now a toy vagabond Damned into servitude Salvation Army Shelves Squooshy minion body severed laying on the wooden floor funko-pops safe in their boxes stare down at the purge It was a Toy Blood Bath Only the toughest did survive A boy grows up Ambitions they arrive A snapshot of his mind Innocence left behind Time marches on… Calls you on the phone Says "leave my toys alone…" As the trash bag of forgotten toys Makes its way to the landfill A boy's heart remembers long ago epic battles and shifting alliances Blood spilt over Invisible Dragon Eggs Labs with secret mummies crawling out of the goo It was a Toy Blood Bath Only the toughest did survive A boy grows up Ambitions they arrive A snapshot of his mind Innocence left behind Time marches on… Calls you on the phone Says "leave my toys alone…"
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