Greedy splotches of blood red and neon green
crowd the persistent sky above
in disregard of the purple leaves, detached from the local pine trees,
billowing past --
leaves swerving in figure eights,
following the maniacal wind,
content with punishing all passerby with frigidity.
If a country's GDP depended on the weather,
then forget about it.
Fortunately, Mars is unique,
a place for humanity to forsake capitalism
while pursuing colonialism.
It is the best of places,
and it is the worst of places.
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This poem was not written to describe anything in particular -- it is just some quirky thing I half-wrote in ten minutes as a writing exercise. Bonus points if you get what the title refers to. I just wanted to get in a creative work that is not related to my story, and is not related to anime. Some variety can do me some good, right?
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