Plastic People

                 Plastic People.

Life’s a glossy magazine full of plastic people;

Two-dimentional, shallow, callow,

Do you feel? You can’t be real..people!

Andy Warhol’s can of arseholes,

La Dolce’ Vita vampire wannabees,

Papparazzi and fashion junkies!

All style, no substance, rich bitch, kitsch witch,

Toy boys, too much white noise!

Sycophantic, neurotic, anorexic,

Powder sniffin’, pill poppin’

You ain’t Janis Joplin!!

Or Brian Jones suckin’ cones.

Your Rollin’ Stones have turned to dust

And Jagger’s just blowin’ in the wind!

Your 15 minutes of fame is just another mind-game,

And you ain’t God, and who the fuck feeds you that 

Crap about the inner goddess?!

Every second arsehole you meet is a guru!!

You must think I was born yesterday!

Wow! God spelt backward is.... dog!!

How profound! Methinks you love

The sound of your own voice!

Talk is cheap, I’ve heard those lines

A million times before!

I want to read the gospel of Mary Magdalene the whore!

I don’t believe in Jesus or Beatles or scenes

Or Hollywood wet dreams!

And I don’t care who Brad Pitt is fucking,

Or who he’ll be fucking tomorrow!!

I’m too busy being me!

I’ll make my own mistakes

And do whatever it takes

To survive in this crazy, fucked up world!

I’ll write my own lines and live my own life

And who knows, I might even produce 

My own glossy magazine!! 

All poems on this site are original and the copyright of me; Raymondo Antonio!