Let Limes Be Lime?

Constant gardening? 
Nonsense pardoning?
Intense hardening.
The directional perfection
confections the little sugar dots
into plots against the none. 
No animals weren't harmed
in the making of this production.
Forsaking of introduction? 
Were the enough of a course
on this rampaging course
the course would change
and the failure rate 
would be 
not measured.
Pleasured rather,
without the numbers.
Paint, a thing that never deserved
the numbness of numbers.
A signpost 
of our limes:
they are no longer
green.