You Just Want to Touch My Plastic
You just want to touch my plastic.
And qualify yourself,
As someone entwined...
In a relationship with me,
Of some kind.
One that defines you,
Approved to exhaust me of funds.
With an accepted aggrevation made,
To deplete me quick.
Applying a 'get-it-and-run' trick trip!
I'm not the one.
I am not having it.
That has happened before.
And I didn't get addicted.
Oh, yes...
That's all you want to do!
You,
Just want to touch my plastic.
To wine and dine,
Unlimited.
But let me say this...
You're not about to touch nothing of mine.
Until you've made a deposit.
One that suits me quite fine.
A massaging you can start.
And I'll decide,
If you become added to my membership list!
'Member what? ?
That's a bunch of ssshhh...'
Take your time and don't be quick.
Or fidget impatiently with crossed legs fixed.
As if to slow this process,
To inflict a punishment.
While I witness you paint your finger nails.
After you blow dry your acrylic toes.
Followed by a pouting of your ruby red lips.
You just want to put your hands on my plastic.
And other things God only knows!
With a proposal made that leaves me broke,
And left cold.
I'm not fooled by a smoozing,
You wish easily sold.
'Why can't your believe and accept I love you? '
I believe you want to do me with a paid for screwing.
That's what I believe.
And that's what you are doing!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Plastic Passion
Plastic passion is a hard to handle
Plastic passion is a sold out scandal
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is the ladies lover
Plastic passion is the marble mother
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a diamond delight
Plastic passion is the nadir of night
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a hycoscine heart
Plastic passion is a transparent tart
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a gold guarantee
The plastic passion is murdering me
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
song performed by by Cure
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Plastic
You got a plastic name and a plastic heart
You can play the game or you'll never start
I'm talkin' to you
You got a plastic house and a plastic fence
Gotta look around or you'll lose your friends
Am I gettin' through?
You got a plastic girl in a plastic bed
And she's in your house made of gingerbread
And you're in there too
Got a plastic smile on a plastic face
But it's underneath that you can't erase
But what can you do-do-do?
[CHORUS:]
Say Love-it's not that hard after all
(tell me what I want
song performed by by Alanis Morissette from Alanis
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Plastic Man
A man lives at the corner of the street,
And his neighbors think hes helpful and hes sweet,
cause he never swears and he always shakes you by the hand,
But no one knows he really is a plastic man.
Hes got plastic heart, plastic teeth and toes,
(yeah, hes plastic man)
Hes got plastic knees and a perfect plastic nose.
(yeah, hes plastic man)
Hes got plastic lips that hide his plastic teeth and gums,
And plastic legs that reach up to his plastic bum.
(plastic bum)
Plastic man got no brain,
Plastic man dont feel no pain,
Plastic people look the same,
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Kick his shin or tread on his face,
Pull his nose all over the place,
He cant disfigure, or disgrace,
Plastic man (plastic man).
Hes got plastic flowers growing up the walls,
He eats plastic food with a plastic knife and fork,
He likes plastic cups and saucers cause they never break,
And he likes to lick his gravy off a plastic plate.
Plastic man got no brain,
Plastic man dont feel no pain,
Plastic people look the same,
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Kick his shin or tread on his face,
Pull his nose all over the place,
He cant disfigure, or disgrace,
Plastic man (plastic man).
Hes got a plastic wife who wears a plastic mac,
(yeah, hes plastic man)
And his children wanna be plastic like their dad,
(yeah, hes plastic man)
Hes got a phony smile that makes you think he understands,
But no one ever gets the truth from plastic man (plastic man)
Plastic man (plastic man).
song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Plastic Concrete
Plastic & concrete, baby
These are the facts of life
I m a nightmare child
Stuck on my own knife
I m glad my mother loved me
I m sick & paranoid
The hotel generater
Hums into the void
Of plastic & concrete
Plastic & concrete, baby
I gotta learn to slow down
Somethin new from chemistry
Is jackin my brain around
I have got the plastic
And I have got the stone
Out there in the suburbs
I learned to be alone
In plastic & concrete
Plastic & concrete sandwich
You d like to eat me, but
Later you ll reiect me
I m too much to bite off
The salad on my outside
Is made of suicide
The guy who squirts my mayonnaise
Is on a one-way ride
In plastic & concrete
Plastic & concrete
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Plastic & Concrete
Plastic & concrete, baby
These are the facts of life
I 'm a nightmare child
Stuck on my own knife
I' m glad my mother loved me
I' m sick & paranoid
The hotel generater
Hums into the void
Of plastic & concrete
Plastic & concrete, baby
I gotta learn to slow down
Somethin new from chemistry
Is jackin my brain around
I have got the plastic
And i have got the stone
Out there in the suburbs
I learned to be alone
In plastic & concrete
Plastic & concrete sandwich
You 'd like to eat me, but
Later you 'll reiect me
I' m too much to bite off
The salad on my outside
Is made of suicide
The guy who squirts my mayonnaise
Is on a one-way ride
In plastic & concrete
Plastic & concrete
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Plastic
Oh a little bitty termite you know he come knockin' knockin' on my front door
Well he walked right in sat right down started chewin' on the kitchen floor
You know he chewed out the walls and the ceilings and the halls Lord knows he tried
But he kept gettin' thinner and he never got no dinner and finally he sat up and cried
He said it's plastic yeah he said it's plastic
Well you know it ain't no wood and it can't do me no good
Because it's plastic he said it's plastic
You know that everything's gonna be plastic by and by
Yeah an early one day in the month of May I went down to the beach
You know there were beauties and cuties in little bathin' suities
And all of them within my reach
Then a 38-24-36 miss just happened to be passin' my way
I said please don't think I'm nervy but you look so very curvy
Please tell me how you got that way
She said it's plastic she said it's just plastic
She said it's pretty as can be but you know that it ain't me
Because it's plastic she said it's plastic everything's gonna be plastic by and by
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Bipolar Barbie.
There was this
Barbie-doll girl I knew
who grew
into a Barbie-doll woman.
She battled some
bipolar disorders
and cocks dressed
in suits, until
one day
it got too much.
She tried gassing
herself in her
car – hose-pipe in
the window affair –
but realized her
car was made
from plastic. Not
to mention that
plastic lungs
can’t do
much in the first place.
I guess plastic
brains don’t
think up
great
ideas.
Mary X.
Unfortunate Plastic Cup
white plastic cup
red plastic cup
new plastic cup
orange plastic cup
black plastic cup
poem by Nicolas Grenier
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When We Made Love
We were all we ever wanted
Before there was a single brick in this wall
That keeps the distance here between us
We built ourselves a life and we forgot
We already had it all.
When we made love, we made love
Baby, we had something
That nothing else could touch
When we made love.
Through the lonely that divides us
I can feel youre reaching from the other side
Lets tear down this wall and start all over
And well get back to the simple life.
When we made love, we made love
Baby, we had something
That nothing else could touch
When we made love.
Just pass the doubts beyond the hurt
Were not too far from where we were.
When we made love, we made love
Baby, we had something
That nothing else could touch
When we made love...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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We Made Love
We were all we ever wanted
Before there was a single brick in this wall
That keeps the distance here between us
We built a life but we forgot we already had it all
When we made love, we made love
Baby, we had something that nothing else could touch
We made love
Through the lonely that divides us
And I can feel you reachin' from the other side
Let's tear this wall down and start over
And get back to, oh that simple life
When we made love, we made love
Baby, we had something that nothing else could touch
We made love
We're just past the doubt, beyond the hurt
We're not too far from where we were
When we made love, we made love
Baby, we've got something that nothing else can touch
When we made love
song performed by by Alabama
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Ruby Red Rose
To touch your lips,
ruby red rose
is to touch the petals
of a rose that grows
soft with moisture,
dewy and wet.
They're touched by your tongue,
withdrawn and yet
they glisten and shine.
And what I see
are kisses saved
just for me.
They sometimes smile
and beckon me.
I savor the feel
they give and see
that no other lips
could be as fine.
No other lips
like ruby red wine
could ever compare
as they open and close
to anything else
but a ruby red rose.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Everytime You Touch Her
(pam rose, pat bunch, mary ann kennedy)
Do you hold her all night long?
Do you sing her our love song?
Do you kiss her lips until love makes her weak?
Oh darlin
Do you promise her the moon?
Does she think loves coming soon?
Does she know each move is made from memory?
Oh darlin
Everytime you touch her (every time)
Everytime you touch her
Think of me.
When she reaches out for you ,
The same way my arms do,
Does she know the truth your love belongs to me?
Oh baby
Do you wonder in the dark if she sees into your heart?
Do you close your eyes so she will never see?
Oh baby!
Everytime you touch her ,
(every time)
Everytime you touch her.
Think of me.
Nights were never made to spend alone.
I can wish you love,
But I cant wish you gone.
Do you hold her all night long?
Do you sing her our love song?
Do you kiss her lips until love makes her weak?
Oh darlin
Everytime you touch her
(every time)
Everytime you touch her
Think of me.
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Whatever Happened To Benjamin?
Whatever happened to Benjamin
when he got bored with young Elaine?
He learned that it’s more fun to sin,
because sin tends to dull the pain,
and more thrills come from stolen kisses
than ones made by a marriage licit.
That’s why he left Elaine, and Mrs.
Robinson each night would visit.
Inspired by a performance of “The Graduate, ” which Linda and I first saw at the Curzon Cinema in London in 1968 but never really appreciated, despite its amazing soundtrack, until we saw it again about forty years later. Linda’s comment to this poem wsa “like plastic, ” which made me realize that the movie has a inclusion. At the beginning Mr. Robinson advises Benjamin to think about plastic, and he ends up marrying a piece of it.
6/3/08
poem by Gershon Hepner
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All is Full of Love
All is Full of Love
Nothing left but each other,
Plastic and metal.
No one here to say hello,
No one to tell us what we need to know.
Oh so lonely,
So secluded.
With only the love for each other,
Wires and bolts,
They have gone,
Left us alone
Only you and me,
And the machines that make us.
Oh so many of us,
Made like each other,
No differences,
Nothing unique.
All is full of love.
Yet nothing remains to be loved.
Oh all is full of love,
With nothing left but each other,
We are forgotten,
But we have each other,
Metal and plastic,
All is full of love.
Yet they are alone,
In the arms of each other,
Their tears running together,
All if full of love,
Alone in the world,
Wires and bolts,
All is full of love,
Together they move through life,
No one to show them what to think,
Show them truth,
Plastic and metal,
All is full of love,
With no one but each other to share it with,
The same as each other,
Yet still they are together,
All is full of love.
By: Bethany Maxwell
February 13,2010
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Substitute
You think we look pretty good together
You think my shoes are made of leather
But Im a substitute for another guy
I look pretty tall but my heels are high
The simple things you see are all complicated
I look pretty young, but Im just back-dated, yeah
Substitute your lies for fact
I can see right through your plastic mac
I look all white, but my dad was black
My fine looking suit is really made out of sack
I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth
The north side of my town faced east, and the east was facing south
And now you dare to look me in the eye
Those crocodile tears are what you cry
Its a genuine problem, you wont try
To work it out at all you just pass it by, pass it by
Substitute me for him
Substitute my coke for gin
Substitute you for my mum
At least Ill get my washing done
song performed by by Who
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Ang Tunay Na Lalaki Meets Barbie At The Shark Bar
on Mulberry and Spring on a rainy night.
Her head sticks out of some woman’s tote bag
placed on top of the bar, she winks
at Ang Tunay na Lalaki. He looks at his gin and tonic,
looks back at the doll and hears her tiny voice
even though her lips aren’t moving. "Hi there,
big guy. I was made in the Philippines. You look
like you were made there too." He responds
just to humor himself, "Where, at the Subic Bay
manufacturing plants? Did you enjoy
being made by exploited laborers?" Barbie crawls
onto the sticky bar and sits herself on the edge
crossing her legs. "I remember those delicate fingers
expertly sewing the hairs to my head. Those women
were so nice to me." She bends at her waist
to let her hair down and dramatically lifts her head up
so her blond locks turn into a glamorous puff,
"See, they did a good job. You must admit."
"You’re incorrigible," he exhales a cloud of smoke
after lighting up a cigarette, "And you’re
all plastic, petroleum based plastic."
Barbie places her palms against her face
and begins to sob. Ang Tunay na Lalaki sticks out
his middle finger, strokes the back of her head,
"Now, now, doll. First time anyone ever told
you the truth?" Barbie lifts her left arm
to swipe away his finger, "My name’s Barbie!
Not Doll, Sweetie, Honey, or Dolly. It’s Barbie!"
Ang Tunay na Lalaki sips his gin,
"Look, Barbie. You have the perfect life,
you’re the world’s best-selling doll
and millions of little girls are buying you dresses.
Even the top fashion designers design
outfits for you." Barbie straightens her back
as if she had a spine, places
her hands on her lap, "But you don’t know
how hard it is to be beautiful all the time. See,
you made my mascara run." He takes a napkin,
dips it into his drink, proceeds to wipe off
the small black streaks on her cheeks, "It’s acrylic,
a water based paint." He reaches into his pocket
for a ball-point pen, draws rich eye lashes
around her eyes. Barbie slides over to a shot glass,
stares at her reflection, "Hey, you’re good
at this. Have you ever considered a career
in make-up? I could recommend you
to our designers, you know."
Suddenly a woman’s human hand plucks
Barbie off the bar, stuffing her
back into a tote bag. His eyes follow
the tote bag out the door. All he can see
is a puff of blond hair and a stiff arm
swaying back and forth like a metronome.
poem by Nick Carbo
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I love Los Angeles. I love Hollywood. They're beautiful. Everybody's plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic.
quote by Andy Warhol
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The First Time You Denied My Touch
The first time you denied my touch...
I knew it was getting closer to over,
For us.
The first time you denied my touch...
Our relationship had ran out of 'fizz'.
What did it?
Did you know I was just expecting sex without love?
Then when I'm done,
I'm gone?
You knew that!
You had to.
I was taking you for granted,
And this you knew!
The first time you denied my touch...
It was me.
Not you.
And I knew it too well!
The first time you denied my touch.
I felt an ache slowly creeping up inside,
Of me.
I tried to breathe soft and slow,
So you wouldn't know it.
The first time you denied my touch.
My tears came to fall.
And that was not easy....
Faking a rest,
After a grueling crawl.
'Thank you.
But no...
I am not preparing for the Olympics.
I'm just laying here to meditate on the ground,
For a moment.'
The first time you denied my touch.
Love was not there to respond.
The first time you denied my touch,
I knew you felt it too inside...
I was gone!
And I knew it then,
I had been gone too long!
Too long for you to deny me,
Of what's mine!
'EXCUSE ME?
Repeat that! '
The first time you denied my touch...
I knew it was getting closer to over,
For us.
The first time you denied my touch...
Our relationship had ran out of 'fizz'.
What did it?
Did you know I was just expecting sex without love?
Then when I'm done,
I'm gone?
'That's not what you said.
But you're getting to the point.
I'm in the bed and going to sleep.
What you do with your needs,
That's up to you.'
We just need time to get our booty better!
'EXCUSE ME?
Repeat that! '
The first time you denied my touch,
I knew you felt it too inside...
I was gone!
And I knew it then,
I had been gone too long!
Too long for you to deny me,
Of what's mine!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Plastic Plan
these things don't belong
on my list at all
culture is white mixed with red
but I won't be caught dead
one day I'll try
to give the world a view
to alienate the prime
performing is fictitious and confined
I believe I'll get through to you don't leave yourself entombed
there's a way to change a mind
I'm waiting for you to realize that
we live within the plastic plan
forming to ban the plastic plan
you've stayed way too long
I'm aiming for you all
one day I'll try
to give the world a view
to alienate the prime
performing is fictitious and confined
I believe I'll get through to you don't leave yourself entombed
there's a way to change a mind
I'm waiting for you to realize that
we live within the plastic plan
forming to ban the plastic plan
we live within the plastic plan
forming to ban th plastic plan [twice]
song performed by by Cky from Infiltrate - Destroy - Rebuild
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Roots Of Creation
One two three four!
Pull up here honey, if ya got a pussy and
Shake your ass like your ready to sing
Well, something muy high
Something muy low
When me ready limo then they follow me home like a
Roots of creation
I am living in a boring nation
I pull up my hands and I look at my feet
The reggae music make me sound so sweet
Cause we play it morning evening and all of the day
It's the sweet kinda music makes me feel O.K.
The roots of creation
Said I am living in a plastic nation
I pull up my hat
My coat is so wide
Sometimes, sometimes I feel so high
But all the time I feel airie
I feel airie when I'm down with the scene called
Roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
One more time!
Well, pull up here honey like you got limbo
Well pull up your fingers like you're ready to go
Give me
Give me something high
Give me something slow
Give me something I can use
Give me something I can know
Your the body and the mind one
Part of soul or two
I feel a different person to be a different place
I'm living in a different place
Sometime I feel although its fin
Pull up your style make it sound so fine
With ah
Pull up hands with me
Roots of creation
I am living in a boring nation
A pull up sound with Mike Happoldt at my left
I got Eric at my right
We rock the reggae music every day and night
We rock the reggae music say it's right on time
Cause you're down with the music that they call Sublime
I'm living in a different nation
Reggae style again!
Gonna win me back gonna feel so fine
Bring me down to the place so right
We rock the music so late at night
With a guitar pick in my hand
What amounts to make me a man
Me help a little girl like this
Called the roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
I pull up my hand, left pocket
Do the music, make me say me feel it
Read me on rights and me know me are wrong
Me am a white boy but I sing a reggae song
Called roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
My hands are high
My ink is dry
My love for you, it will never die
Say me love you till me will testify
Me love the music make me feel so high
Song called roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
Oh in a plastic nation
Such a boring station... a boring
One more time!
Pull up here honey if you got limbo
Pull it up make it up bounce I don't want it to be slow
I wanna make it sound right
I wanna make it sound strong
Give me kind of music make you rock all night
Like a roots of creation
I am living in a boring nation
So cheer up my life
Cheer up my life
Take out the trouble
Take out take out the strife
Give me some music make it sound so nice
Give me kinda music make we wanna singa song twice
Like roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
I pull up my hand
My seat is wobbly
Pull up your hands and it sounds like this
Cause I like my beer dry
Drink the gin and the gin
Love the kinda drink ya know make me sick
Me don't feel no nice but likewise
Make me drink gin like wine twice
I only make me feel so sadder, aya!
song performed by by Sublime
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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