You're my plastic ExcaliburnEverything that I've ever waited fornHidden in a slip case nI bought at a dollar storenWorthless on the insidennYou're my soon-to-be gallowsnTen feet high with aluminum scaffoldingnHidden in an alleywaynWaiting to catch me off guardnI'll be cut loosennYou're my poisonous pencilnI can't say what I feel without feeling sicknHidden under papernThat I'm about to pick upnWorthless on the outside.