Spiky Lime-Lemon Pineapple Glass Brigade
You try so hard to charade & parade
Yet you're clearly a pineapple top under the sea
A Debussy bop that decided to grow into a tree
You spiral, twirl, shards stain, you spin, you sin, reach for the sky
Green yellow tangy lollipop, so sour, so jubilant, beget Lizst, you crescendo
Back to Bach you daring darling memento, towering above them ready to fall
Each piece a note, to build a piece on which we all dote, take note
And from the balcony I yote, my preconception of you though
I thought thou art, thou'st'd've stolen my carte blanche pour comprendres des arts
Listen carefully she sparkles, green yellow gradient empowers, green yellow
I'm green yellow, jealous of you, I wish my bones could play the tune of your crystal body
Even though my heart is fragile like glass, I could never reach that height
The perfect geometry, so natural, bountiful, beautiful, you harmonious **** you devil
Nothing to hide, exhibition exposé, eyes glaze your figure
I was meeting with some friends at the MFA in Boston, and there was an installation next to the cafe, an incredibly tall green and yellow column of glass spikes. I thought it was interesting, and we were talking about my intro music course I was taking at the time.
I'm a sucker for wordplay.