green shirt

there's a smart young woman on a light blue screen

who comes into my house every night. and she takes all the red

yellow

orange and green

and she turns them into black and white. but you tease

and you flirt

and you shine all the buttons on your green shirt

you can please yourself but somebody's gonna get it

better cut off all identifying labels

before they put you on the torture table

'cause somewhere in the quizling clinic"