Saturday, September 16, 2006

Showy Offy.



Sometimes you just have to look around to find plastic.

If money, money was the answer
I'd always have more problems.

Look in the mirror. Skin. Bones. Soul?
Or one dark hole?

'Do you wish to buy a new one?!'
'Only $99.50!!!'

No thank you. I'm not cheap.
I'm worse.
Shut up and listen to me.

I'm a doll. I'm made of paper.
With numbers and bits
and a balance
and a porsche
and another doll
i call my own.

Accessorise!!!

Lovely, lovely home.
It's big.
It's bright.
It's beautiful.

Accessorise!!!

But now its smaller than the rest..
because I let the rats infest..

Now i'm cracking and so is this
give me more so i can rest
with a smile that will last till i recycle.

Don't leave me now.
Curse all. I'll fall.
I'll leave it, i swear!
Keep me plastic!
Please, do care...


No no no
This just wont do.
I want the periwinkle blue.
I want the Turkish
the Belgian
throw in a Beirut too.

It'll never end. It'll never end.
Will it ever end?
No, it'll never end.

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