Life

Green follows them like

a shadow and quickly overtakes them;

it quickly surrounds them in a green circle.

This circle appears and disappears quickly,

holding them together in a circle fleetingly and

today I think they like-like Green.

Nobody  I like quickly has green.

Green and the like

desert them that I like and

desire and circle around them.

A circle, like a whirlpool, green doesn't quickly

spiral down. As quickly I forget them and the slow circle.

Rush quickly and circle

the right answer. Remember like yesterday.  Circle letters.  Green

circles weeks later correct me.  I hate them.  Write quickly.

 face green with envy seeing people on the green grass like

they have no worries and  I want to be like them.

I might join them if I finish quickly.  Just one more page and...

Us or them, we circle each-other and

quickly commence our battle.  Once green, the field we circle.

Our feet pound and we quickly churn up mud with them.

Play like war.  War-like play.  Shins stained green.

Green jerseys for them, red like

blood for us.  Black and white circle kicked fast and chased quickly.

A bright circle of green lets us roll quickly.

I speak to them like usual and

we pass another green light.  Conversation lulls and I like

to quickly compose my thoughts.  I watch them and thoughts circle

my head like a fish in a bowl.  Quickly we decelerate. Green

lights turn yellow and circle back through red as I talk to them.

You eat them because they're healthy and you like them,

pushing them in a circle before scarfing them down quickly.

I like the circle, but the dull green

taste of them quickly spoils my appetite and

I quickly excuse myself and circle

the buffet, avoiding the green peas for the green jello I do like.

To be like them

is to circle endlessly while quickly

forgetting and indoctrinating those who are still green.