Plastic life
Plastic words
Plastic people
Put on shows
In their plastic house
On their plastic boat
The plastic, fantastic
Future’s here to behold
With plastic love
And dreams of PVC
And plastic kisses
Upon my warm face
I love picking plastic flowers
Sitting on the plastic grass
Watching plastic clouds
Sweep across the plastic sky
I love plastic mornings
And the smell of petrol fumes
I love plastic evenings
And the plastic love we share
This plastic life
Ends in plastic death
In my plastic coffin
I’ll finally meet myself
For in death there’s no plastic
And God forbids that very word;
My soul, out of its plastic shell,
In the mirror, nude, finally sees itself.