Games.

Our America.

Handed over to him

In a golden box

Wrapped with a dollar sign bow.

Like a child with a new toy,

His plans become our misery.

Tearing our feet with razor sharp teeth,

Drowning us in dribble as he sleeps,

Letting his friend try us out

Knowing his friend's intentions.

It becomes an heirloom.

Ten year old smashes us with cars.

Daughter forces us to tell her

"You're beautiful."

"I love your purse."

"I'll retweet everything you say."

The toy's protests seem futile,

The sheer numbers deemed

"Not quantifiable"

Despite the obvious facts.

Alternate facts are our reality.

Threatened with separation.

To be sent to different toy stores

At whim, without reading the receipt.

Toys R' Us toys are sent to Walmart.

Disney to Orlando Studios.

Target to Walgreens.

The general vicinity suffices.

In the background,

My horrified eyes water

At the sight of the bully mangling us.

Crushing us with cruel words.

Brutalizing us with threats.

I feel like a dog in a cage

Watching its new owner ready

A needle of questionable serum

To inject into the new test subject.

Helpless.