From the world of (too clean) messes

Don’t.
Handing me your plastic smiles,
Don’t you have the decency to at least put them on a silver platter first?
I know you have many to spare.

Won’t.
Showing me your ivory carpet land,
Won’t you at least be polite enough to offer me some caviar?
I know you aren’t lacking it.

Can’t.
Escaping from this immaculate world,
Can’t you tell them you don’t want all these hands to kiss?
I know you want to tell them.

I like this. Alot. The rhythm is perfect and the one word lines that start the stanzas are really effective. The first stanza is my favorite. The last one seems like you're trying to persuade them to escape with you from their perfection. Awesome.

Thank you so much!