I know you've been busy
Trying to fit in
A plastic container
For them
So they can squeeze and you whistle
They can speak and you'll listen
Guess they have what you're missing
So why not love them
And they love how you're malleable
Not as much fallible
A little bit gullible
And wonderfully pliable
A boy made of clay
When they summon you
Covet you
Fuck with you
Ask you to
You come out and play
But oh, silly boy
Oh, silly putty man
Do you think they'll still love you
when you can't fit in their hand?
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryThis is my first attempt at poetry in English. I have absolutely no idea if I'm doing it right, so I'll be counting entirely on you to tell me if I should keep going. Please tell me your opinion even if it's negative. Hope you like
