With the green
you can have love.
She needs the green,
it buys the white,
she says its her job.
Its just an act she says
every night and day,
seven days a week
or till she passes out.
Its sad,
but true,
the denial is real.
Green plus white
equals the blues.
mark king
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/green-plus-white-equals-blues/
