my orange sky

The sky is blue I realised finally looking up for once forgive me since I've been trained to stare at my shoes while I waddle down the pavement for the purposes of detecting irritating heretic brown mud spots that threaten to deface the lovely white I just painted on but that was 10 years ago and even the gahmen is saying it's time to grow up (let's get a casino) lest I turn political and be denied my retirement scheme (they are really good at storing grudges, or so I've heard) I need to show my wholesome non-offending side In my world I paint the sky orange and the earth red the clouds are green and humans are happy I can sing aloud in the midst of schoolchildren sending their parents to school and cats drinking tea in the clinics my thoughts are disorganized the dream is over a new one is to come but for now it's me and my orange sky