Green

Everybody is tinted green, but I must be a fluorescent lime. My jealousy is out of control. It seems like everybody around me knows just how to dance: time step, keeping everything under control and not losing track of minutes and hours and days spent vegetatively thinking, sprinkler, showering everyone with flirtatious remarks and witty smiles with perfect teeth, running man, getting out of a problem before they are buried alive. And I simply can't get the rhythms right. I have two left feet, and K3 makes sure I know it. It's probably a good thing. This way I won't enter a contest and lose.