Green.

Of conditioned air
And artificial smiles.

Of monster egos
And little talent.

Of processed food
And artificial exercise.

Of virtual lives
And fake living.


In another life,
I'm gonna be a farmer, I promise.
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In that life then...

Of steady money,
And no sweat.

Of cushy chairs,
And no broken backs.

Of smart clothes,
And important work.

In another life,
I'm gonna suit up, I promise.
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It's the damn grass, I tell you!