Teen Poetry #2: “Mr. Plastic”
Hey Mr. Plastic
Why do you conform?
Is it because it’s the norm?
Or is it because of society?
Don’t you even lie to me
Because I can see your invisible eyes
And is no surprise
That you’re the one I despise
Mr. Plastic
You and your wretched friends
Don’t even want to pretend
That you even really exist
So give your wife a kiss
In your mansion in suburbia
But I am impervious to your control
And I doubt you’ll ever see the whole
Photograph of your soul
Mr. Plastic
