Mannequin

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