‘Green-Sky Thinking’

I’ve been doing some thinking;

some green-sky thinking;

thinking,

wondering what it would be like

if the sky was green;

“What do you mean, ‘the sky, green?”

Well, it’s normally blue, or cloudy white

or fifty-one shades of grey –

sometimes with a pinkish hue

seen on a particularly fine day.

I’ve been thinking,

thinking about what it would mean

if the sky turned green;

not with an invasion of little green beings

from Mars,

not that sort of thinking;

nor by the reflection of the grass;

but, by the toxic waste fumes –

that sort of thing.

I’ve been thinking,

green-sky thinking,

about what it would be like

if we had a green sky,

and, by and by, I think

‘my, oh my!’,

or phrases slightly stronger than that,

which can’t be spoken

in genteel, polite society.

I’ve been thinking,

green-sky thinking,

because I’m that sort of guy;

thinking about green skies;

I’m not that wise,

you can tell when you look into my eyes;

after you have asked me a question

and it’s not just indigestion,

it’s confusion,

there’s no delusion

that this planet is heading towards a green sky…

… and then it will die.