Inaction Figure
Put me back
Inside the box.
I've seen too much;
I loathe your touch.
You children with
Your callous hands
Who play with me,
A plastic man.
I do not breathe;
I never have.
I cannot cry.
I'll never die.
Indecision
Keeps me still -
It's for the best,
They say...
I've laughed before
But can't say why,
So set me on
A shelf up high,
Far above young,
eager hands,
Where all can see
This plastic man.
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