I try to keep my demons in a bottle/ But out they come, going full throttle

Silver and Cream

Why do you want the plastic man, with the plastic heart and the plastic hand?// He will never have the soul of the poet, the warrior's sinews, or the philosopher's mind// Will he be cruel or kind?// Does he see bright colors or is he blind?// Did you want flesh and bone?// Or the plastic man with the heart of stone? 

 If you name your pooch "Rabies", never call him at the dog park.