The artificial gloss on her artificial lips,
Matches the painful tension on her denim clad hips.

A fashion shop product with a creaseless façade.
She will succeed in making your reactions - hard.

Lie together on your makeshift bed.
You Axminster carpet will comfort you head.

Watch her body as the sun lamp glows.
Make your bid and pretend she knows.

Smell her hygiene through the crutchless tights.
Fall into ecstasy as the false teeth bite.

Put her in the bathroom, pretend she'll have a shit.
Take her in the bedroom, strap on an extra tit.

Start to cry as she begins to deflate.
Send off your application and sit and wait.

This time you'll get the best you can possibly get.
Fitted with armpits that are naturally - wet.

Sedate don't berate, please, please, please inflate me,
I'm your doll.

© Edward ian Armchair 2002