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Plastiscine Man Enter Mr. Van Slicker’s Study. The place is really quite dank. Come in, take a seat Shine your shoes, wipe your feet And enter a world of disbelief. Come close to the Van Slicker trophy case And look around at the set-up with haste You see nothing in particular? Look closer now And use your imagination. But humans and mortals Just to liven things up There’s something right here you should see. But –shh!- be quiet, everyone, now For the Van Slicker family hasn’t a clue how We managed to get in through the gail Of wind outside, there’s no need to hide So let us begin our tale. It’s a cold winter night And as you’re snuggled up tight Someone is freezing to frost. In the Van Slicker room In their trophy case of gloom Is a little poor one, soul lost. For it’s in this case When the winds whip-race And the snow blasts its ice through the field For it’s in this room Full of frostbite and gloom That our main man’s plight is revealed. It’s a tale of strangely uncommon antics So stop reading, please, if you can You will be quite surprised (and may meet your demise) At the tale of the Plastiscine Man. Our boy was a sweet one, a strong one, a brave one And one that is true to the soul. He’s lively and kind, with a smile and a swagger You know his charisma is whole. He’s keen and smart, and in-the-know And the best ever thinker you’ve seen. Too bad he can’t ever show you his talents He’s made of Plastiscine. Now the Plastiscine Man Lived in Plastiscine Land Such a very long while ago He was really quite happy in Plastiscine Land And he never, ever wanted to go. He sang and he danced and he did all he wished And the Plastiscine others adored him They understood his talents, his ways and his words And only the jealous deplored him. There were Plastiscine women and Plastiscine men Plastiscine pigs in a Plastiscine pen And even the churlish old Plastiscine hen Romped free in uttermost Plastsicine bliss. The Plastiscine man was quite a show He had all of his Plastiscine life in tow But little did his owner know His life depended on her. So one day he was thrown out the door He couldn’t move, but was really quite sore And all of this didn’t happen before But his owner didn’t want him any more. Since Plastiscine Man Was immobile as a can He lay and let sadness bind him All he could do Was think and wish, too That somebody, somewhere would find him. One day, several hundred hours later The Van Slicker carriage through weather Would clop and jump as it bounced and it bumped It was fate that then brought them together. The Van Slickers were sore, they had gone through the moor Though the swamp and the wastelands of clump But their travels soon halted, as the carriage, it faulted And under the wheels they heard BUMP! So Mr. Van Slicker jumped out of the carriage To inspect, and the outcome he found Was a bit of a state, for right under the grate Lay Plastiscine Man on the ground. Now, Mr. Van Slicker was quite a collector His collections he thought were quite neat. He said to the kids, “this will be a nice addition” So he picked the man up off the street. Oh, where am I going? Plastiscine man wondered He went on to anticipate But when the Van Slickers walked him into their house He found it was quite the estate. There were smooth marble floors, and jewels galore And it was most honestly clear That the Van Slicker clan was as rich as the land With a 12-karat gold chandelier. Our Plastiscine man was as glad as can be That his hours of suffering were through He had lain in the mire, of it he did tire And this place was somewhere new. It was full of riches, glimmering, regal And his heart, it soared like a dove But what he hoped most of all, more than shelter or food Was any one person to love. He had never before experienced it And he heard if it’s pain and it’s toll His owners, his friends, no one gave him their heart But his life needed love to be whole. So Mr. Van Slicker, with our hero in hand Said “He was lying in the water, He was full up of rain, but he’s dried off now.” So he handed the man to his daughter. 25-year old Lisa screamed with delight And as she went over to hug him His heart it did soar, had he felt this before? Because Lisa might show she did love him. And Lisa carried him Up marble stairs to her bedroom And oh, it was really a sin. Lisa grinned at the man, said “You’ll return to your land” It was then the torture would begin. Lisa took the man, threw him out of the window He sailed through the air, crisp and blue. He landed by the dog, who chewed him up like a log And his hopeful, sweet heart broke in two. And as he sat in the grass Nearly chewed to a mass Of rubber and Plastiscine sheet He sat in his lonely Cold Plastiscine heartbreak A lump of sat Plastic defeat. I thought she might love me, though I can’t forgive her Or provoke cruel revenge, I deplore With my inanimate state, it’s true that my fate Is never to love any more. It’s hopeless, in vain, to strain my heart Into thinking that someday I can Love or be loved or find out “the one” Who would love a Plastiscine Man? Well, the Plastiscine Man’s goal Outside of being loved Was to win the big 10-mile race Because who in all of the world would think An inanimate would come in first place? He knew it was crazy Impossible, still He wished it with all of his mind But who would have thought Instead of a human He was the one luck would find? So one night, before he went to sleep He said a silent prayer. He wished in his mind, left his troubles behind He wished a blue ribbon to wear. The next day was luck, for Mr. Van Slicker Came up with a pamphlet in tow For the race, and Lisa said “We should bring dolly!” And off to the races they’d go. It was well before dark At the start of the mark In Mr. V’s sweaty broad hand He heard the BANG of the starter’s cork gun And Mr. V sped across the land. A runner passed him, and sped up ahead And under his breath the man cursed He thought in his head, he thought well instead Let the Plastiscine Man come in first. He didn’t know why, he couldn’t deny Why this thought in his mind did possess He did not ponder why, simply made it a vie And over this thought he’d obsess. He locked his eyes forward, and dashed up ahead His breath coming in short razor-cut gasps But his goal he’d lock, he was in first place now As he rounded the final, rough laps. He was gasping and panting and putting on effort Beads of sweat on his eyebrow would shine He looked up ahead and his heart skipped a beat For it was the red finish line. He focused upon it and worked to a sprint And grasped the small Plastiscine toy He grunted in pain, threw with all of his might Plastiscine Man entered first-place joy. He had gone, he had won, he’d fulfilled his goal To come in first place, and he wore The blue ribbon given from Mr. Van Slicker No other Plastiscine soul wore before. But later that night as he sat in the yard Under the glimmering stars in the cold He felt his blue ribbon of sweet victory And found out that his life was controlled. Have you ever before Felt the waves on the shore Of cold realization, and known That all of your life Full of victory and strife Was dependant on one thing alone. The Plastiscine man hung his head in shame For his life was only a lie When he found out the humans controlled his every move It was then that his life hopes did die. He had all his life been denying the truth He knew of the truth all along He knew it He had the potential to do things by himself But society forced him to do it. For the Plastiscine Man, his wish was fulfilled But he’s a trophy on Van Slicker’s shelf And the Plastiscine Man Had reached his goal He did it But not by himself. And the first of his wishes Since he’s confined in his case To meet his true love he never can For the other soul would have to love him. And who would love a Plastiscine Man? |