Bright colours swarming reality
turning it into a Picasso
strange to see one's features
growing triangular
Cubicles everywhere, most in green
I swear by the drama of red and black
but end up with blue, drab and dull
my rage at this turns my nose around
Now I stare myself in the back
too much for sane persons
I better go mad and scream
at the moon, like other demons
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