They enjoy chiffon dresses of blue and white
Ribbons on hair of straw
People made of China's best porcelain
Painted with faces bright and white...
Little houses and little steeples
Made of plastic with many people
Glass Eyes of all bright blue
Hollow insides that are transparent too
Their hearts appears like glowing red lights
Just like their Christmas which comes every day and every night
Beautiful Botox among every face
With red pursed lips that are ready for life's kiss
Eyelashes that batter with pride
Hourglass figures among them all that never die with time
Just like the time, their heart ticks
Tick tick tock tick
never changing as the hands pass
just like the waves to their porcelain children
Filled with laughter,
Fueled with joy,
What on earth could there be to deny?
Who has thoughts on the land of the plastic?
Who has minds, on a world of felicity?
Who would give up their stand in society?
Living among The. Stained. Glass. Masquerade.