Stuffing

Falling apart all on your own
It´s really quite impressive
Lucky for you, I´ve always been possessive
So I´ll piece you back together, newly sewn
(Now I won´t ever be alone)

Squirming in my palm, I know you don´t mind
As long as I am kind
Behind glass, I´ll keep you confined
Because women like me are hard to find
You no longer need those eyes, go blind
“I only want to be loved” you whine
How could I decline?

I´m unsure whether to pity or hate
A creature so misbegotten
You´ve such a cute face, but a smell so rotten
Who left you in that sorry state,
All dirty and forgotten?

It doesn´t seem to stop
The stuffing escaping your belly
In meaty clumps rather than cotton
Turning into jelly
It´s too pitiful, watching you helplessly flop
Little good-for-nothing´s about to drop
Even I can´t help you, I see
Nothing to do now but get the mop