Look at you with that placard grin reminds me of a mannequin

It stands and smiles always poised looking proud

Pretending to be a ‘live’ person or somebody’s friend

When actually you’re less real than a mannequin

Like a mannequin there’s no heart within

Your veiled emotions like chaff in the wind

And you grin

Spinning ‘nice’ words from you lips again but

They have the weight of smoke and pollute my air

My mannequin ‘friend’

Strike a pose again, because if i had to choose

Between you and the mannequin

My choice would be the dummy again and again and again

Without end………….