Pink Plastic Skies

You straitjacket dreamers
Pin back their souls
Medicate their minds
With pacifying pills
That come in every color
Of the candy coated rainbow

You don't try to understand
What's really going on
Inside their mosaic minds
Instead clamp electroshock
Around their fragile heads
Turning them into an army of zen

Then you send them back out
Into a less than idyllic world
With carbon copy smiles
Worn upon their placid faces
To live out xeroxed lives
Inside a carbon copied existence

Making you feel proud
For successfully employing
More Kens and Barbies
Out into the world's milieux
Making it a little less blue
Under pink plastic skies

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