Mr. Beige
I know you're getting old.
Tales of the colour white, 
once told.
Mr. Beige
I know you're feeling blue,
You dont feel 
like you used to.
Mr. Beige,
Your colour's blackening.
Crumbling like earth
above a fracking.
Mr. beige
Your world is going grey
will you ever be youthful again,
one day?
Mr. beige
your blood is running red
rusting from words
left unsaid
Mr. Beige
Your face is turning white.
Just close your eyes now,
and pull that sheet up tight.