Cry Of The Man

Not that I had none Or that bad is mine, I want your toy. Not that mine is broken Or that it is slackened, I want your toy. Not that yours is rare Or that it is super, I want your toy. That yours is strange And in your range, I want your toy. Not for an exchange But for a change, I want your toy. Lest you should covet I shall keep a vigil Over my own toy. I can’t elope with yours. I can’t abduct it. Yet I want your toy. You won’t spare it. You won’t sell it. Still I want your toy. Let me play behind. You lost no joy. You lost no toy. It is the cry of man in ethics ridden clan. 00.06.97