TOY I BROKE
You no longer jingle
You no longer roll
You no longer do anything
Since I had to see what made you work
I can't deal with all this guilt
I can't express my deep, deep grief
I can't believe what a cheap piece of
crap you were
Seriously, I hardly touched you before
you broke
From I Could Pee on This: And Other Poems by Cats, by Francesco Marciuliano.
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