Unwanted Amy
Laid beneath the tree
Unwrapped only this morning
Now forgotten and hard to see
Lying amidst the cast-offs
Torn boxes and cellophane wrapping
Her doll eyes closed
As if she were only napping
Quietly
Unwanted Amy is screaming
The little girl she was given to
Had made a face for a second
Before smiling and being thankful
The little girl had wanted an iPod
Her aunt had selected Amy instead
Because that's what little girls should have
Dolls whose eyes will close when laid in bed
The little girl did not agree
This doll could not play mp3's
Or play Angry Birds and Tiny Towers
And had thrown Unwanted Amy
Below the trash at the bottom of the tree
If the doll got lost
She thought
Maybe she'd be able to cry
And get the iPod instead
Unwanted Amy wanted to run away
But her doll legs lacked motivation
There was no nerves or muscles
To start the ambulation
When the trash was gathered
Unwanted Amy was swept up too
Tied in the hefty sack
Half covered in last night's stew
To make a last sad trip
In a green trash truck
To the place
Where misfit toys really end up
The trains with square wheels
The birds who love to swim
The planes that cannot fly
The Charlie's in the box
Of the real world
Smashed and spread out
Layered and buried deep
On the modern rubber bottomed
County landfill garbage heap
It will take Unwanted Amy
Over four-hundred and fifty years
Of dry doll tears
To fully biodegrade
All the while
Never having been loved
Or played with
Welcome
To the Land of Unwanted Christmas Toys
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