Artificial Grass

I heard an ad for artificial grass
And flowers too
To adorn the gardens of me and you.

What need for what is true
When one can make a pass
At a girl who’s silicon filled bust
engenders lust?

Into the future we thrust
Both lad and lass.
But the artificial grass
Must also pass.

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