Bad Tidings Dressed in a Yellow Suit

I am laying on my bed
the afternoon sun hides from sleepy eyes
running yellow bicycles around my brain
reminding me of that yellow ticket on my desk

Darn why did that happen?
He was just filling his ticket quota
for the ending month
Everyone knows policemen are corrupt anyway

It's just one earthquake after another
Oh here comes the starving child
arms like tree branches begging the bright warm sun
It's that color again

Yellow
On the surface it promises a brighter future
of sunny happy days
but the rays of light are fouled by material greed
like gold mines

I want it to end
but I'm already at the end waiting for the start
You can never end yellow though
It's all around--- it's freaken everywhere
It used to be one of my favorite colors
I'll just have to change it into a new color then.