With his plastic goals,
and his plastic soul,
no one will ever find him,
and he'll go on his way,
with his plastic day,
with his plastic thoughts to guide him.
He is safe ,he will say,
in his plastic way,
'cause no one will ever know him,
But he likes that OK,
When he wakes up each day,
with only his toothbrush beside him.
1 comment:
strangely enough I recently had the same thought of my own life, that is that I am a plastic man with plastic dreams. I really enjoy your poetry.
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