Plastic Friends
Don't be a static'
towards my plastic
friends.
Who dare put up a
front, I'm looking
forward as they walk
behind.
Really terrorized of
what might appear;
among faces that don't
appeal to me.
It became A criticized place;
I once fantasized about, but
reality of the real world hit
like a time bomb.
As I was rudely
awakened by just
being one of the
regular guy's!
Copyright © Carma Sanderson | Year Posted 2012
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