Plastic Man, Plastic People

My headache woke me early this morning, and I rolled over to look at my plastic clock, to see it was 4.00 am, so here I am typing away on my plastic keyboard, thinking about our synthetic world……

Plastic Man, Plastic People


There’s a plastic man in charge, of you

Politically, he twitter’s us the news

There was a racist called Hitler in 1942

And everyone thought he was crazy too

They didn’t take him seriously

Nor listen to his rants of jealousy

‘Til he pulled the pin, on humanity’s hand grenade

Pure white supremacy, his raving crusade

From his chants, “Pow”, World War II

And, “death to the Jews”


There’s a plastic man in charge, who’s rude

Financially he’s just a plastic money dude

Soon to be impeached for his glad-wrapped lies

We’re not to worry about his plastic eyes

That only see plastic smoke in the skies

Nor his yellow teeth that eat plastic mounds

Spitting out live human’s upon his plastic grounds

And the plastic people, still listen to his plastic sounds


And to think, Ray Davies of “The Kinks” wrote this wonderfully inventive song 50 years ago,  way back in 1969….

“Plastic Man”, lyrics by “The Kinks” (Ray Davies) 

“A man lives at the corner of the street,
And his neighbours think he’s helpful and he’s sweet,
‘Cause he never swears and he always shakes you by the hand,
But no one knows he really is a plastic man.He’s got plastic heart, plastic teeth and toes,
(Yeah, he’s plastic man)
He’s got plastic knees and a perfect plastic nose.
(Yeah, he’s plastic man)
He’s got plastic lips that hide his plastic teeth and gums,
And plastic legs that reach up to his plastic bum.
(Plastic bum)Plastic man got no brain,
Plastic man don’t feel no pain,
Plastic people look the same,
Yeah, yeah, yeah.Kick his shin or tread on his face,
Pull his nose all over the place,
He can’t disfigure, or disgrace,
Plastic man (plastic man).

He’s got plastic flowers growing up the walls,
He eats plastic food with a plastic knife and fork,
He likes plastic cups and saucers ’cause they never break,
And he likes to lick his gravy off a plastic plate.

Plastic man got no brain,
Plastic man don’t feel no pain,
Plastic people look the same,
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Kick his shin or tread on his face,
Pull his nose all over the place,
He can’t disfigure, or disgrace,
Plastic man (plastic man).

He’s got a plastic wife who wears a plastic mac,
(Yeah, he’s plastic man)
And his children wanna be plastic like their dad,
(Yeah, he’s plastic man)
He’s got a phony smile that makes you think he understands,
But no one ever gets the truth from plastic man (plastic man)

Plastic man (plastic man).”


Ivor Steven (c)  Dec 2019

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

26 thoughts on “Plastic Man, Plastic People”

  1. The Kinks were certainly way ahead of their time. Plastic people exist and scary when you drive around and watch people driving like zombies with seemingly unmeaningful life. As I sat aimlessly queueing to go to work watching people who seemed to have no idea where they were going they just went on their controlled route.

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  2. I totally loved this song, thank you Ivor for sharing it, plastic bum! I imagined sitting on bubble wrap and popping a bubble each time he did something bad. your poem is powerful and headache or not your rhymes always have me breathless for more. a visionary song and your poetry stand strong next to each other.

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  3. Perfect photo, poem and song trio, Ivor!
    Right on. Powerful. Poignant.
    Thank you for being a real, genuine man, Ivor! A person with a HUGE compassionate heart, a wise mind, a caring soul. You, and your poems, teach us, encourage us, help us, ETC. 🙂
    (((HUGS))) 🙂
    PS…Love that sculpture in the photo! It reminds me of LIFE and that life flows on and that human-beans need to get along and build community! 🙂

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    1. Yes Carolyn thank you, I thought the song was so appropriate for my poem and I think you could easily replace “Trump” for the “Plastic Man” in Ray Davies’s song and in my poem,…xx… and the sculpture is in front my little Geelong West Library, and I’ve taken a number photos of the interesting piece, and seemed to go well with my poem here today

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    1. Yeah… Fancy a ‘Brit’ not knowing this one….. and thank you Derrick, I’ve just experienced my best day for 7 weeks, hopefully tomorrow I can 2 have in a row… now that would be a great sign of a good improvement…

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