The litany of green

I don’t like green
the smelly pallid shades of mint
of sage pistachio olive
the funereal moss the gloomy pine
the Stygian juniper or seaweed
or worst of all the snick’ring glare
of lime of pear of parakeet
I don’t like green
don’t tell me it means
life nature balance energy renewal—bah!
I don’t like spring
standing in my office legs spread
hands on my hips a bold tiger I am
the ruler the boss my heart
pumps gains and profits through my
body I gaze out full-length windows
over glum and ashen city veins
over the towers of today’s cathedrals
made of concrete and glass
and people swarming these bogs
like as many useless ants
insects I don’t like insects
I have a mind to drive my almighty fist
through the window panes
smash the face of this ugly place
make it shatter and splatter with blood
but the phone rings and someone tells me
to make more faster better run rabbit run!
hail shareholders! I am God!
I don’t like people
I grow trees and transform them
into parquet floors Swedish furniture paper
white paper a.ss-wipe paper—
wipe my a.ss you worthless buggers—
I don’t like God
and then oh God—meadows!
the place where you lazy pointless pricks
can sit and listen to time passing by
nobody tells you hours minutes seconds count
in only one breath I build
continents I destroy continents while you
you breed you keep the whole
machine going and persuade yourself
that’s life that’s all there is
the sun sets behind the skyline
in fire and blood but I’m wearing
my black-and-white goggles
who needs the colours of this
I don’t like red
I don’t like blue
I don’t like green

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The litany of green