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Plastic World

Plastic World

Plastic world
Moulded to perfection.
Pyrex, plastic
No defections

Solid, unemotional
And perfectly smooth
Weatherproof and lifeproof
Solid fashion roof

They come in all colours
Red, Yellow, (Black and White)
They are not here to question life
But only to endure it

I'm living in a plastic world
Plastic people
Plastic faces
Nothing here is real
It's all a play
Play, play
Play your life away

Meaningless existance
Null and void decree
Fashion is the passion
Lust and War
And Me

I'm living in a plastic world
Plastic people
Plastic faces
Nothing here is real
It's all a play
Play, play
Play your life away

Cocktail parties
A hundred to the hour
Little boys gravestone
Marked only by a flower

Masquerade, Masquerade,
The hour WILL come..

I'm living in a plastic world
Plastic people
Plastic faces
Nothing here is real
It's all a play
Play, play
Play your life away

 

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Dean Kuch

Yes, but each and everyone of these perfect plastic people are anatomically incorrect, Ru T.
In other words, they have no cojones.
Plastic people—people who portray themselves as strong, above reproach and unyielding—are generally the first to break and crack under pressure.
After all, let's face facts. Plastic isn't very resilient where heat or adverse densities in air pressure is concerned.
It's the quiet ones you gotta watch out for.
Nice writing...
~Dean ツ

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Ru T

Hi Dean :-) Thanks for taking your time to read and for your great insight into life and it's vagaries. Much appreciated. X

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