Holly Bohto Poet Free verse

My Sandbox Is Posted Do Not Disturb

Baby, You're not mine
I'm not giving you the time
I'm too busy
writing my lines
in sweetness sublime
Baby, Get away
I don't want to play
With 
Your sandbox of toys
Your mommy took away
I'll drive my Tonka truck
All over your face
To release you games
Don't you cry
at me in shame
I'll make you eat dirt
written
all over your face
Don't even think of
playing emotional trains
You'll get a reward
when my Tonka is floored
You will think twice
before I play nice
Damn,
Your not my type
I think of you
like lice
Scratching my head
with evil intent
Just go away
I don't want to play
I have my own toys
Being a tomboy 
My Tonkas are rockin
yours, are sweet nothing
Let's give them away
and play another day

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Darren White January 12, 2017 at 12:10 AM I like poems that relieve anger....

Jan Allison December 28, 2016 at 11:37 AM Gosh so filled with anger Holly - think he needs to put his toys away and play nice ... Mark your sandbox ... step over this line at your own risk! Powerfully penned Holly!:-) hugs Jan xx

Chris Green December 28, 2016 at 5:43 AM This sounded quite angry to me and I think it was the Tonka truck driving over his face that did it. :) Holly Bohto December 28, 2016 at 10:56 AM The dating deparment. It's not going well. What I attract doesn't match what I want.... Thanks Chris.

Kai Michael Neumann December 28, 2016 at 2:49 AM Good one. Like it. Never new Tonka, but now I do. Many wishes, Kai Holly Bohto December 28, 2016 at 10:59 AM Thanks Kai. Good old American Tonka Brand Sandbox Toys. Used in a poem to release anger. lol.