HEr green plastiC wateringcan
for her fake chineserubberplant in the fake plastic earth,
that she bought from a rubber man
in a town full of rubber
PlanS to get rid of itself,- it wears her out.
SHe lives with a broken man,
a cracked polystyreneman who just crumbles and burns.

He used to do surgery for girls in the eighties
but GRAVITY always wins and it wears him out.

She looks like the real thing.
She tastes like the real thing, my fake plastic love.

But I Can't Help The Feeling.
I Could Blow Through The Ceiling.
If I Just Turn And RUN.
and it wears me out.

If i could be who you wanted all the time..

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