Fake Plant

Poor little fake plant, on the windowsill

Sad because you have no chlorophyll

So in the sun, you always tend to cry

Because you cannot photosynthesize

Poor little fake plant, you never were a seed

You came straight out of the factory

Your stem, your leaves, all petroleum derived

You'll never grow; you'll always be that size

You see the other plants around the room

They get watered, fertilized and pruned

But you just get a dusting now and then

Oh how you wish that you were one of them

It's not just the attention that you crave

But having your own code of DNA

And feeling like your life is not a sham

Earning that certain self-respect that you don't have

But hey little fake plant, don't be so distraught

Just remember you'll outlive 'em all

Or should I say you'll last a longer time

Because, well technically, you're not alive

Still you do look perfect to be sure

And your beauty always will endure

Yes, in so many ways you are ideal

Except of course for the fact that you're not real

Nonetheless, you bring lots of joy

When we pretend that you're the real McCoy

So cheer up fake plant, look on the bright side

If you're not living then, hey, you'll never die