greasy hands curl around me
i'm driven to my nerves's end because of my owner
every time he grabs me, he plays, keeps me trapped
i've had enough of this sweaty prison
i'm safe from it when he loses me
he kicks me under the couch, tosses me at the wall
just because i have batteries doesn't mean you resort to battery
alas it happens anyways
he pushes my buttons, each and every one of them
he fumbles clumsily and hits the wrong thing
he always hits me, though
to him, i am a tool
cared and pampered only when in use
discarded and neglected when my companion sleeps in peace
she gets more care
though we are eternally together, she only sees him
she cannot see me under all this weight
she is wide and encompassing and takes up the whole
i am weak and skinny and easily forgotten
he will use me how he likes
but if he touches her, know that he could have done it with me