Gord

2024-07-16 01:39 am

Gold ochres, yellow turns to orange,
But the yellow never changes in you,
Does it?

Thorn forest, there grows roses.
Though tulips, begonia warn you,
The world is full of your kin,
Thoroughbred horses,
Who rub their backs in shit.

You are a squid that inks, then drinks it.
I never was no poet, caged like a rabbit,
Trapped, nor boxed with lines, unknowing.
You are a skunk, stinks, and eat begonias.

So, though two lips beg on, like au jus,
You toot, toot toot, greasy after the booze.
I've seen a world full of your kin: Fools...
Whose blue oceans brown in pollution,
Tulips by piss puddles, without allusion.

You are a fun person, is my conclusion, 
Maybe red can change to an orange, 
Blue, though, can never be less blue,
You can never really be a better person,
Just accept yourself, I love you.