Plastic people, with their plastic things,
like to hide upstairs,
to pretend they're not human beings.
Plastic people, with their plastic ways,
put on their plastic masks,
so we can't see how their face decays.
Plastic people, with their plastic smiles,
look at you in fake contempt
and keep everything in neat little piles.
Plastic people, with their plastic eyes,
half-shut and glazed,
knowing well of their eventual demise.
Plastic people, still can't see,
that even if they win the rat race,
they're still rats, just like you and me.
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