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.
