Unequal substitute

Fulfills a desire though

With nothing to shoot

It is the Scarlet Letter of clothes

The melted plastic of Pleather

Adorned on shoulders and cars

Filling up the seats of old bars

Rather than take life of an animal

Smooth to the touch

Offering a little much

More than a substance

An idea

Pleather over leather

Not ideal, never

It start rather

A car revving it’s engine

We are not moving yet

But it is a much better bet