Plastic Paradox
The man with the plastic face
He has cloudy, liquid eyes
His fibre moustache and the thick dense fog
Strengthen his disguise
As he stops to check the time
His circuits start to glow
Then a figure comes to greet him
With a face he used to know
It's a face in a leather case
It's a face he used to own
It's a face that moved through time and space
And now he's come to take it home
There was a subtle smell of sulphur
As he made time stand still
He unclenched his plastic hand
To expose a yellow pill
Then his sub processor skipped
To where it all began
To a time before his micro chips
When he was still a man
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