Blue!

Look at the sky, it’s so fucking blue!

It’s bluer than Joni Mitchell eating aged cheese on crackers alone in a park full of hydrangeas while a jay bird sings the blues

It’s bluer than a hyacinth macaw chasing a morpho butterfly through a field of bellflowers while a dart frog perches on a peacock's head

It’s bluer than an ascetic monk's frost-bitten balls on his pilgrimage to Neptune wearing worn Levi jeans while drinking a blueberry slushy

It’s bluer than a dog's clue about a robbery of sapphires and Van Gogh’s The Starry Night happening on the second moon of a month to a song about suede shoes

Look at the sky, it’s so fucking blue!