his toy, old ratty thing,
squeaker gone, head hangin’ off–
thick with drool,
cos he has just loved mister flops within an inch of its life.
mama, i love you
is all in his eyes,
he come and give me
that shitty damn thing like it were made of steak and hunnerd dollar bills.
mama love you too,
sure as the sun gonna shine on sunday
you better believe she do.