Plastic Fruit

Ode to Plastic Fruit.

It seemed so real, as I gave my all in all.

As we all do.

And yet, it was not real at all.

It was simply Plastic Fruit.

Apparently so lush.

In the end a loss of integrity for so little. Like us all.

Like our world leaders.

It seems so worth it.

When will we learn?

When will we learn that nothing external will ever make us happy.

No sex. No power. No thing. Nothing that you will ever be right about

Will make you happy.

No religion.

No opinion.

No fear or hatred.

No shame will ever make you happy.

The things we have all given so much for;

Fear masquerading as faith:

Plastic Fruit.