Hark!
The jaunty man.
Green, but not envious.
Green, like money.
Green, like “GO!”

Green, a beginner
with beginners luck,
a giant four-leafed clover
stuck in his cap like an abomination.

He fails his way to the top,
then falls into green.
Green like tragedy,
from a face-mask that falls

off of his face, frowning, into the grave
covered with green grass.

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