First, are you our sort of a person?
Do you wear
A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch
A brace or a hook
Rubber breasts or a rubber crotch

Stitches to show something's missing? No, no? Then
How can we give you a thing?
Stop crying
Open your hand
Empty? Empty. Here is a hand

To fill it and willing
To bring teacups and roll away headaches
And do whatever you tell it
Will you marry it?
It is guaranteed

To thumb shut your eyes at the end
And dissolve of sorrow
We make new stock from the salt
I notice you are stark naked
How about this suit----

Black and stiff, but not a bad fit
Will you marry it?
It is waterproof, shatterproof, proof
Against fire and bombs through the roof
Believe me, they'll bury you in it


Now your head, excuse me, is empty
I have the ticket for that
Come here, sweetie, out of the closet
Well, what do you think of that ?
Naked as paper to start

But in twenty-five years she'll be silver
In fifty, gold
A living doll, everywhere you look
It can sew, it can cook
It can talk, talk , talk

It works, there is nothing wrong with it
You have a hole, it's a poultice
You have an eye, it's an image
My boy, it's your last resort
Will you marry it, marry it, marry it

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