Plastiscine Man (PLEASE REVIEW)

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?