Plastic Population
Meet my plastic population.
I made them myself. I think they make quite a nation. They follow my every command. They'd give their lives at the wave of my hand. They're a loyal group, my plastic population. My plastic population, perfect in every way. They always look beautiful and never fight or make mistakes. It guess it's never bugged me that they're all a bunch of fakes, Because I love them, my plastic population. Where would I be without my plastic poplution to follow me around? To look like me, to dress like me, to mimic my every sound. I know where I'd be-- in someone else's plastic population. D.R., Middle School |