She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love..
- Radiohead- Fake Plastic Trees

PLASTIC PERFECTION

You selected well your mask.
Pined up in a corner,
so different from all the others,
You studied it with your hands;
The perfection of the plastic.
The delicious scent of latex
An appearance so appealing,
Such a flawless tricking.

( T h u s y o u w e r e n ' t t o o k n o w t h a t m a s kh e l d t h e m y s t e r y o f f a k e n e s s )

You did a good job
You were careful- nobody foresaw.

You gave that mask a name-
Admire it every day.
With your big crestfallen eyes
You prayed to be
The gracing figure that mask preached.

The time came to wear it
And you were surprised to see that
Your so beloved mask-
Fitted perfectly with the real face
That made you so distress.

The night was full of stars
You hold onto your fake plastic pumpkin bag-
Re-adjust your mask,
Glance at the mirror one last time.

You walked along the crowd
Of costumes and charades
Intricate ways and facades
And not wanting to
( O r m a y b e w a n t i n gi t t o o m u c h )
You sold out to them.

But you swore t.i.m.e. &.t.i.m.e. again
It was a bargain

You offered them warm smiles-
( j u s t o n - t o p o f t h e m a s k )
And through that masquerade
No one was able to see your real face

You won the Halloween's costumes-prize
Prayed in a corner for your rise-
(& y o u p r o m i s e d y o u r s e l f y o u w o u l d k e e p u p w i t h t h e a c t j u s t f o r t h a t n i g h t .)

For an instant you tried to remove your mask
Lest you were afraid
They would come to take their raid.
And so you broke your promise:
Selling out your soul
Blackmailing all your thoughts
Hiding what was underneath
That well selected outfit.
( & y o u b e c a m e t h e m a s k )

Many October night's now had passed-
and you're still holding it up tight.
But the knuckles in your hands
And the bloodshot color in your eyes
betrays the happiness held
And turns it too just some other splinter's end.

( S t i l l y o u d i g r e s s )
And now the Winter's breeze hits
Your latex cheeks… but you can't feel it.
And the Summer's rain leaves a peaceful smell
( B u t t h e o n l y t h i n g y o u r n o s t r i l s c a t c h i s t h e r u s t e d s c e n to f l a t e x )
And the warm heat of Spring gives prickles to your skin
( B u t y o u c a n o n l y s c r a t c h t h e p l a s t i c )

And you want to take the risk-
So you willow to the mirror
Now you are ready to remove that mask
And love yourself for who you are.