you don’t but I do

you don’t recall

but I do

of how our oilfields

were once plundered by you

yet it is you

that scissors the red ribbon

in initiating a sea of blue

.

you don’t remember

but I do

of how our skies

were once so blue

yet you giggle yourself silly

as you cruise through your fleet

of red oxygen spas

.

you don’t believe

but I do

that heaven only lives

in our mind so blue

but hell

is all around us

where your red paint drips..

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