Watercolor Sky

In my watercolor sky With the sun bravely peeking thru It gets brazen and starts to burn I get mad and say it's brain-dead Stop burning me you idiot So then it clouds up Sends bolts of lightning Directed at my head Then rains... and rains Stop crying you crybaby It forgets how to stop Tries to wash me away Then repeats the process Peeking out at me again So this time I call it a genius wink wink And genius is what I love I love you my watercolor sky I guess the moral of this poem Is to never be so silly to A World Class Bully Just ask it to Please play pretty ©bk  on another hot rock and roll sky day!