Plastic...

We are just plastic molded into form,

hard driven and thick.

To much can make someone sick.

 

Boundless yet breakable,

seeking a form much more "entertain"able.

We are handled by children who even throw us about,

taking limbs when they pout.

 

Unflinching...

We smile those fake crease,

running up to our eyes.

A smile that is chipped away,

as the paint is from our skin.

 

Tainted...

By the marks and scribble of nonsense,

which then becomes "our" sense.

 

Fabricated...

To be something new,

they all know the price.

 They pay the debt to abide eager childish hand.

Where we end up scattered,

fragmented upon this glorious land.