Plastic Clothes

Look at me, now. Self realized.

Vindicated ‘mongst my peers.

In my impermeable gear.

I’m the cynosure of eyes and ears.

I will last throughout the years.

In my plastic clothes.

Futuristic and required.

Perspiration mired.

Look at me, now. All sanitized.

Wrapped in righteous fashion.

‘Cept when I’m a-scratchin.’

My style’s fairly crashin’.

All sorts of regions rashin’.

In my plastic clothes.

They don’t burn, you know.

They’re Retro-appropos.

Instrumental and ‘Plastic Clothes Dance’.

Look at me, now. I’m Martinized.

With hems not tattered, they are teased.

I’m permanently creased.

All my circulation ceased.

Not miserable in the least.

In my plastic clothes.

Which I wash repeatedly.

In my plastic clothes.

The plastic’s now in me.

In my plastic clothes.

My plastic clothes.