Kick him in the stomach, he won’t feel a thing
Tug, pull and stomp on him, he won’t bat an eye
Hurl a sucker punch and I dare you he cries,
dump it away once done, it’s just a thing

It won’t wince one claimed; I also hear he sings?
I hear nothing come out, maybe just kick him hard
Oh, what a useless toy, one gasped, such a lard
Trash him away once done, it’s just a thing

I hear he can smell, breathe and even think?
Why not cut him open and tromp on his heart?
His heart beats for real? Sigh, such a façade!
Let’s bury it away once done, it’s just a thing

Let’s ****** and torture and a bit of smothering
Is he dead? Oh no, tighten the noose
Such wild beings should not be left out loose
Burn it down to ashes once done, it’s just a thing

Some dreams were shattered, devoid of everything
It felt one time, but not anymore
Does it still breathe? Yes, what a chore!
They were done, and everyone, and long lived the thing