Rainbows
Spring time in Nirvana
Working through each night
Sorting strings of rainbows
To get each colour right
Thanks to innovations
There is always something new
This season for example we have
Another ninety seven shades of blue
And orders orders orders
Booked so many months ahead
And we have to infiltrate of course
Another twenty seven shades of red
It used to be the spectrum band
Basic standard colour tried and true
Was fit for any occasion
But now it just won’t do
Since they merged all the dimensions
And each universal parallel and space
We’ve been working hell for leather
Just to try and maintain the pace
Some beings see in sound
Some see in brightest light
Some can only see
In the blackest of black nights
And the beauty of the rainbow
Once confined to old sector earth
Has been exploited without mercy
For every currency unit’s worth
With rainbows of sound
Rainbows of split light
Rainbows built to cater
For each different type of sight
And a quote is a quota
And orders must be met
To every specification
Of each request we get
And the multiverse is expanding
So very boggling to the mind
We dread the next variation
Of sight that they find
Spring time in Nirvana
Working through each night
Sorting strings of rainbows
To get each colour right
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