Colour me Garish

Blue and Green should never be seen,

Now what the fuck does that even mean?

The arbitrary rules of tedious fools,

A nonsense view they somehow glean,

Now I myself put faith in clashing,

The louder it is, the more I'm smashing,

An assault on the eye with the vegetable dye,

Through clouds of gloom I come a-crashing,

Through purple haze and glint of gold,

These hues prevent me getting old,

Some folk they point and even laugh,

But I don't care, I won't be told,

When The Reaper comes to toll the bell,

I ask only that they dress me well,

With every colour ever seen,

I'll be the best dressed corpse in hell.