Plumes of a harsher reality – old man Vincent smokes and sits right by a sullenly suggested ashtray

Slash-tray, rather
Only father, no mother
1-800 call the number and leave a message for destruction
A child walks on by – looking to find a mimic to the real deal

His mother has been looking for a way in, to feel the outer layer
A pretty awfully awry life by all of many accounts to which

Albeit utterly indestructible, otherworldly and pronounces herself to be completely derivative
Wishing to make up the divide of the difference