Poem: He's Green

He's small and green and wears a kite.
I'm tall and mean; a scourge of light.
The time's so fast it wakes at night.
When once my eyes were blind.

We lived amoung the people
in a grey and ugly cell.
The lies we created
brought money
from hell.
Where once they found trees
were now piles of leaves,
we laughed at their sad-hearted plight.

Oh, my children,
if only you knew the
chaos and succor
of wine!
You'd drench all your fears
with gallons of tears
and dieing
lay crying
for time.