Painting the Clouds

Looking up at the milky, sapphire sky

Sulphur butterflies in my titanium gut

My purpose to counteract some oversupply

Existing to add in order to cut

The launch begins, but am I ready to go

Apparently there was no choice

In those distant skies I will dilute their blue

Painting the clouds like Monet or Van Gogh

My enlightened masters can then rejoice

The fallout left for somebody new