Plasticine Attraction

Plasticine Attraction

I hope one day plasticine will be free,

That one might build to their satisfaction,

A riverbank and a strip by a sea,

Of Plasticine waves, frozen in action.

But there’re no Plasticinians here,

So, what’s the point I’m trying to convey;

Using ambiguous language for fear

Of having my liberty taken away?

The landscape of clay has my full support,

Being albeit an allegory

Of an unwritten and unspoken thought,

Kept in for the sake of legality,

Along with words, rhyming with homicide,

Scientist, violinist, insecticide…