Fake plastic roses balanced in a ***
Fake plastic flowers adorn the patio
They say these flowers are beautiful
But no, they are simply synthetic to the skeletal

It’s like the things we think are cute
The things we think we are supposed to do
But simply living in an outer plastic mold
We burn that skin organic to our kin

Throw a little grit, paint a little bit
Unveil the perception which have filmed our minds
Give a little ****, care for that abandoned soul
We are not all numbers on a metric scale inclined

These plastic flowers glisten from the sunlight
Yet they are not there for photosynthesis in sight
They may be pretty to look at
But they are fake and plastic, if you haven’t known that