Yellow, Blue And Green

You can call it what you want but I don't know,

Why the things in your garden, why they grow,

You can call me if you want,

But I don't know if I'll pick up the phone

I cut that photo from a Marxist magazine,

And I took my pens and added yellow, blue and green,

I wish there was an easy way to make this photo,

Just a bit more interesting, interesting, interesting

This week goes by much too, much too quick,

I thought examples would let some of my ideas stick,

But (like my idols) it's been written with love,

And it's been sealed with a kick, sealed with a kick

Monday morning won't let me go back to sleep,

Telling me what I can and cannot believe,

Maybe a handgun will be my last chance,

To make that existential leap