WHO TOOK MY TOYS?
I grew up hippy like every young little boy Had many unending fun with my boys and toys Tried to be smart and threw in some coy. Foes and Friends brought me hurt and joy Failed and exhaled like fading washed soil My emotions protracted sometime with a coil I sought more attention from all as a Brat-spoil Two-faced like a flying, flapping, flipping coin I sought for soothing spots like a player's groin Forgot today will come without any ploy So I kept expecting I'll always have my toys Alas far gone are my days of being a boy The reality I never envisaged, stares plain and noir I simply can't decipher where to find my toys. Because I never knew who abruptly took my toys! Best of the class now like an insignificant soy Chant of glorification halted with crucification hoys. Exasperated I quizzed, who took my toys? My hands now void of my toys is saddled with loys, To carve out any and everything but not my toys Same gestures that got me toys now gets me ...