Ah,  the lofty lumber of the green cucumber, with stripes as bold as blood
The calm, cool, mash of the fruits splish, splash as it cries tears dark as mud
Of all each drop, each tear of sallow, forsaken by the failed to borrow
Of which creates a desperate drive, a brand new reason of which to thrive
I watch each the tear surround me, de ground  me, with a sense not yet alive
As fake as you seem to be, the fooling of imaginary and yet as real I
But alas, it's apron me, as silken as the ocean waves, as slimy as our popular raves
And the world appears in brand new light, that shines throughout so brave and bright
And I know the color I have seen is green, green, green

And as I turn my eyes restlessly gazing
The sight I see is new and amazing
A slippery slope tween death and true love
A wet, slimy net hangs above
And in an instant, it pulses twice
So loud to scare the silent mice
Who crawl from the core and  devour me whole
Slipping on flesh, namely of the troll
But I must wonder if it's the fate that I deserve
Surely not, but it tingles my nerve
And in fractions of a second, 1,2, and 3
I discovered the man standing there truly is me
Pain is abound in clearness of thought
And alas I found none in the corpse were I rot 
And as I put my brain to bed, the color I see is red, red,