If ever i commissioned a drawing

I choose to think about a shadoe    
lifting kilts, blowing cigar smoke.  
    
what shade of crimsin  i'll see today    
in the sun or through the light.    
   
a satirical drawing poignantly drawn    
by a jade tiger, clever as they come.    
   
Robot machine agents with multiple faces    
bettering the world with words of encouragement that never rest.    
   
and an atomic bomb in a wet green Washingtonian garden    
waiting for someone to sit    
have a cup of herbal tea and talk awhile.