Mannequin (Cretin)

An old man's at the department store But he's not shopping today Stroking mannequins with wrinkled hands He clumsily masturbates Stealing plastic arms and legs So he won't hurt real women Fulfills his need by painting seed On half-dressed mannequins The old man hugs the plastic ladies Until their wigs fall off He licks their painted heads and wonders If their silence is enough Gluing clothes to plastic skin The lonely man needs something more Semen in the discount bin Security chase him through the store Mannequin He comes to you again With penis in hand Mannequin The old man weeps in the women's section His favorite dummy's gone She was 5'9" with shapely legs And assembled in Taiwan He searches in the dumpster And finds a sea of limbs He dives into the plastic pile They finally embrace him