That broach you borrow

I've seen the broach tree
and so much want from a people of quick satisfactions
On the tree I saw the purple stone in a middle of a gold necklace
Much like one of those wanting eyes trapped in a train tunnel window

And some search for something plastic to carry around like a toy
As proof they can be distracted in such a civilized manner
So lost, held by the movement, trying to blame it on the government
Just a click away from falling into the new remix of ridiculous

I've seen the trinket they've been selling
accumulating value like a boy scout
The old country's cities they've made a hobby of bombing
The face of the vending machine teaching itself to pout

They slide their fingers across the screens and leave the trash
side of the street conveniently quick buy litter and borrow