My Plastic ArchitectA Poem by Marie HarrisonA poem about a man with the plans.
My Plastic Architect Clean lines, Sleek designs, The heart of a Cold-blooded killer. All for plastic presentation, And glorifying adoration. Being in absolute control, Is imperative, To his detailed nature. Critical to a fault. Greed is the epicenter, Of his beating heart. Selfish motives, Are always waiting, Just below the surface. Porsche dreams, Meager means, Pinto bean meals, Broken-down beater-wheels, Fake veneers. Pent-up frustrations, Competitive manipulations, Skilled showman, Dirty-diapered man/boy. Weeks and weeks of sky miles, Hot porn, And worn-out hookers, Years and years Of broken-down dreams. Not enough time, For being real. My plastic architect.
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23 Reviews Added on September 22, 2010 Last Updated on September 22, 2010 AuthorMarie HarrisonAtlanta, GAAboutMomma told me to get out and enjoy life, so now I'm going to dance. more..Writing
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