A Raw...Material Love

God I love you,
I love your painted face, your slender cheekbones,
Your perfect body, the way you make me moan,
Sometimes I wonder if my love for you is really shown.

I first glimpsed you through the window on floor ten,
Watching you change hairstyles more often than your men.
I love the clothes you model, Chanel, Versace and Gucci,
But you have no idea of what you do to me.

I look at you everyday but you don't even notice me,
I get more love from spanking my monkey.
Is this destined to be a love unrequited?
I'll keep my clothes on, but I still get excited.

You moved today to the city hall,
Preparing for the politicians ball.
I'll visit you tonight; I'll stay alert,
Ignoring the cries of "pervert! Pervert!"

Creeping in the dark to give you a kiss,
I want to do so much more than just this,
Now, I'm ripping your clothes off without a thought,
Pants down around my ankles, damn, now I'm caught.

The politicians came back early and drunk,
I was so embarrassed, everything shrunk!
Oh, will I ever be a man again,
After making love to a mannequin?

A day later, my strange caper landed me in the local paper,
Headlined; arrested for lewd conduct and indecent behaviour
I enjoyed pressing my privates against the plastic.
Lust caused me to commit these actions, so drastic.

Now I'm looking at 3 months in jail,
Is a plastic mannequin going to pay my bail?
Her shelf life's finished, she's going, and it's over,
She'll be dismantled come next October.