It's always greener on the other side, said the other side.
The grass is greener than the lime, the acidic little solid slime.
Theres a green monster in my closet, snarling and spitting horror.
And a green ghost looking at me past my door.
Granny Smith thrown at my head and sent me to the floor.
I woke up, in a green bed, with eggs and ham and more.
I'm turning green mad man!
I'm going sick at sea!
I'm looking like a green monster, who used to stare at me.
I can't see the camouflage, nestled in the green
But I can see the weeds, glaring right back, at me
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Bipolar Light
PoetryThe many differences of color, and the mood that comes along with them.
