The Bomb

Plastic people with their plastic lives
Plastic lips tell plastic lies
Plastic drivers in plastic cars
Plastic food from plastic jars
Frustration is the fuse
The flame is hate
Tick tick tick
Detonate
She’s the bomb
Plastic models in plastic magazines
Plastic kings and plastic queens
All are seen on plastic TVs
Prayed to by people on bended plastic knees
What you think, well that’s good too
But not as much as what they do
This fuse burns slow
Waiting to blow
The world is a heavy load
Watch it explode
Lawmakers with plastic policies
Put plastic locks on their cities
In hopes to keep them quiet
Well go off
Well blow up