Plastic soldiers ranked in rows
Banners waving in the plastic breezes
March across the coffee table
Doing as their commander pleases.
Sturdy young men in plastic helmets
Numbered, gaudy, craftily played
Moved about a striped field
Executing plans that someone made
Plastic men in gray wool suits
Alike with ties and shiny shoes
Arrayed in cubicles row on row
Obedient to the don'ts and does.
Gray men with plastic teeth
Wear any ugly clothes they want
From the little wars retired
None to say, "You may. You can't."
© 2014 by Tom King