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Plastic People (Free verse) by cosmiccantinaguy
I'm drowning in a sea of plastic people
The cell phones, credit cards, fancy cars, nice houses, the gormet at
their whim
They walk by with noses raised high as I sit on this fuckin street
Stroll away scoffing at me and my scene
Get outta my way, get a fuckin job
That shit's all I hear as I try and maintain
They never think for a second how it is to be me
My pack, my pad, my thumb, fuckin travelin
But everywhere I go it's always the same
The synthetic infection rotting this land I'm in
God gimmie the day when the plastic world goes away
Mr. Get A Job, with no house, or car, or credit card, or gormet,
or that pretty little whore he bought to fuck as he puffs his 500 dollar
cigar
Step into my world for a day mother fucker
Just one day
The dirty sidewalks, dingy squats, dining from these dumpsters
Look to these streets and see out here if you got it, you earned it,
All Of It
From the Travels, the bullshit, the hell that's dished out every fuckin
day
Gettin fucked with, fucked over, seen as a waste
And you walk by, chuckle, throw a penny
Fuck You, Fuck Your Penny, Fuck That Holier Than Though Demeaner
I don't want it, I sure as hell don't need that shit
All I ask is that you give a fuck
Look under these dirty rags and see me
A GOD DAMN HUMAN BEING
With a heart, and a soul
A soul you can't crush, you can't kill, you can't deny me mother fucker
But God knows I'd love to escape this shit
Escape the shit hole reality that's become me
Run throught the sky above all of this shit
The couch surfing, the begging, the getting fucked up passing out on a
fucking bench
And I'll admit this is no way to be
All I ask is that you look
Beneath the surface of what you see when you see me on the streets
Look and see that the gutters, the dumpsters, the hitch-hiking, the
getting jumped
by drunk frat boys, the camping in Wisconsin in February
All that shit makes me what I am
Something you can and will never be
A REAL HUMAN
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