Everything was made of plastic
Rubber clothes to chew on
Legs swinging from a park bench
Waiting for your sister to be done playing
I was never like the other kids
Silly Bandz on my wrists, I didn't like the sensation
Buying marbles just for show, not knowing how to play the game
I'll race you to the back of the bus
I'll sip strawberry Nesquik out of a hard plastic cup
It's got a cartoon princess on the clear surface, and the rim is magenta
I'll drop a track in my Mickey Mouse CD player
I'll tug at the cheap yellow microphone, put on a show for no one
I always liked to be alone, and plastic makes the perfect companion
Do I miss it, the flashy colors and the synthetic texture?
Maybe it would be better to be more blatantly artificial
Everything's still made of plastic these days, but it could pass for raw material
My eyes are covered, I know nothing, and I'm more like a child than I ever was before
I want to go back to something soft and sweet and hard as plastic
I want to live in the grainy photographs
And let the fuzz of the old TV screen wash over me
About the Creator
Rowan Riley
I've been writing since I was very young and am trying to put myself out there by sharing some of my works, both new and old.
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