Green

That lamp doesn't belong there,

And that colour, well, it is vile.

I can't stand those curtains, these cushions or that couch,

Really, have you no sense of style?

I scream at you until I am blue in my see-through face,

Yet you do not hear me, nor do you see.

For goodness sakes, woman,

It looks like the inside of a pea.

What have you done?

Where is the palace I once kept so shiny, so pristine?

What on earth possessed you to pick this odious green?

And it's not just the house, is it?

How often must I watch you weep?

So desperate, so sad,

So many nights do you cry yourself to sleep.

But what do you know of true loneliness?

God, to trade places, what I wouldn't give.

To have what you have,

To get to live!

Alas, I am stuck with you,

And though you may not know it, you with me.

And together we shall live out our lonely days on the inside of a pea.