You have my heart hostage,
In a little sack,
Hidden amongst your dusty belongings…
Are you even aware of it?
Feel free to play with it,
Sit on it,
Burn it,
Pee on it,
Throw it to the ground,
And dance on it with a perfect stranger,
Again and again…
But please don’t just let it hang there,
Forgotten,
And moth-bitten,
Amongst your vast collection
Of trophies and tokens!