Plastic Flowers

This is a poem I wrote in 2006.

staring at the sidewalk
from dawn to dark
i just blankly gawk
at this gray sidewalk
i still blink
and thoughts soar through my head
and i think
i think that everything is dead
flowers are plastic
love is synthetic
this world is pathetic
drowning in plastic
and choked with lies
singing corporate lullabies
that dont rhyme and make sense
and give you shivers instead of warmth
from the course of good we have drifted far
soon the boat will sink
and all aboard will die
no lifeboats in sight
or is this another lie?
find the good and the real
find your natural flowers
and all will be well

Rhyming -awk with -awk? Genius! It's quite bad and it makes me laugh, then again I could the same for the stuff generated today.