M Y - P O E T R Y
The Plasticine Man.
Simple little things,
Simple ways of life,
Simple sorts of situations,
Simple is the plasticine man.
He keeps himself to himself,
And he sure knows his place,
He stays in the shadows,
For he knows... he is the plasticine man.
Values for nothing,
Value? No meaning!
Value himself? I don't think so,
Value is nowt, to the Plasticine Man.
Just a simple form,
Just a thing, like a toy!
Just a worthless object.
Just worthless... So worthless is the Plasticine Man.
And that's me... I am he.
Nothing more or less than this you'll see.
I am that man you now have seen...
This man just made of plasticine.
Thats me, nothing big, nothing grand,
I am that man...
I am the Plasticine Man.
�1997 Insanity Inc.
�1997, black heart. H.Luck.
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It has been known for people to take offense to my poetry...
And think i'm a twisted black individual... who is arrogant and distasteful...
This is not true (well, for the most part!) and if you do find anything i write offensive,
please, please don't write to me and tell me, or complain.
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