shit off

The kid had a mouthful of margle and blech
The owner, creator and co-spawner
Jammed some crud
In its spout
And bargained and bartered
With empty threats
For any relief
From the squeaky toy hell
Of the fleshy grot face
With its dummy on the floor
And a shit in its pants

Like everyone else
It was getting ready for a life
Of shitting, shouting
And being told what to do
By those who know no better.