roll over seeing green
good is being seen, losing sight,
just to be wearing black, is bad
good is a stout man, who likes a fine wine, tastes it badly
having lost his touch, finds losing touch,
a place,
as likely to be in, that bad
and she likes.
his listening, still good,
his fast forward button still bad.
and when his bad became good, and popping his gums still bad
she rolled into an umbrella.
smelling as rich as a merchants goods, overwhelmed
with having to be good,
and smells the bad.
not no other lover
