Cretin

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