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