Plasticine people
So easily moulded
So easily controlled
Just want to be like some star
That they admire
Becoming lost to themselves
Electric moments of apatite
Motions of clones
So much the same
Society’s robots
So easily slaved
Who cares for the star
When their fame has gone
Plasticine people
Following false messiahs
With untrue hope
So easily bewilder
So easily tricked
So steeped in society
They can never be released
Face plastic masks
Concealing the fact
That there in nothing
In side these people
Blanks on a sidewalk
Holes from a sheet
Of paper pulped
And security shredded
2005
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Poem brought to mind the song and lyrics to Little Boxes (http://people.wku.edu/charles.smith/MALVINA/mr094.htm) a similar theme…enjoyed reading your poem.
I know that song for being the theme song to the series Weeds, a good song
That is great stuff. Scary, cold, unfortunately honest. Similar to other comment, I heard a song too, but more Fake Plastic Trees by Radiohead, maybe coupled with the video for Radiohead’s Just. Which is quite a combo.
Thanks Trent I must look up these songs after work, thanks for sharing them
This is amazing… kind of “intoxicating” truth… loving it from first letter to the last one! š
Over time since I wrote this I still meet these types of people
I know, it is just an eternal truth: they were, they are and they always will be here, around us
very true. sad, isn’t it… great poem!
it really is when people cant be themselves and mold themselves as reflections of others, I may even have been a bit guilty of it in the past, but know I am just me