Plastic Trees
I'm walking through plastic trees
They hold up their facade as if I don't know
But they're far more real
Than common sense masquerading as progress
Their ever green leaves stand in stark contrast
To the golden brown, orange, and yellow leaves of their peers
So they stand up straighter
As if height makes them honest
Pluck a leaf and it feels like wax melting in your palm
Inorganic and intolerable it should be thrown
This forest is a melting pot of phonies and victims
Calling on the sun to decipher righteousness
Perhaps if one took a shovel and dug into the ground
The shocking revelation is in the roots of every tree
The roots of the plastic trees are the same as all the rest
Beneath it all we're all truly the same
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