The Worldbuilder
I built you a world
Made of transistors and wires and string
You always hated technology
The circuits shorted out
You threw it off a cliff
I built you a world
Made of gingerbread
You were always so careless
It started to rot
So you fed it to your dog
I built you a world
Made of the latest bestsellers
You always hated to read
The bindings started to break apart
You donated it to a thrift store
I built you a world
Made of the finest cloth
You always hated synthetic fabrics
It started to get dirty
You washed it with bleach
I built you a world
Made of exquisite marble
You always hated cold feet
It got wet
You broke it with a hammer
I built myself a world
Made of the freshest dirt
None of you are in it
None of you are in it
I threw it in to the sun