Whatever. The Salad Days.

Only because she deserves to get printed -

The greens stretch beyond me
A hook, a patch I see
He blabs
I concede defeat
Fake, I always can
Tonight though, the melee seems humongous
My vision limited
Pink bands I see
The blue I never can reach. 
The fascination will die
Psychedelia will vanish tonight
Soon enough
But never too late
Till then my pulp will suffice
The only thing of consequence.