Plastic Girl
I’m the girl
With the curly whirly hair
And the huggey wuggey skirt that’s just gonna make you stare
The dazzling shimmer shine eyes
That pander to my smile
Go take a good look, you know it’s worth your while
I’m the girl
With the ten out of ten
The homework always in, so perfect, neat and then
I’m working with my friends
So helpful, sweet and kind
That butter wouldn’t melt, you’re all so God damn blind
I’m the girl
With the goldy, mouldy gang
Shiny on the surface, but underneath quite bland
With sad plastic lives
And nothing else to do
But pick on real people, the innocents like you.
You’re the girl
With the lousey, mousey, hair
Cowering in the corridor afraid to catch my glare
With blinking downcast eyes
That hide you from my smile
You’re my slave, the one that makes it worth my while
I’m the girl
With the scrunchy punchy fist
That knows where to hit so the scars’ll all be missed
At least by the others
But the ones like you all know
You get my homework done and watch my empire grow.
poem by Jayne Downing
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