To each it's own, you should wear my color,
Get red, you small fed’! Who called you out of the blue?
The is a discussion between this lame dew and her pathetic-try
That anyone even dares to call poetry! Ah-Ah!
Ah! and I laugh, pardon me!
If you forgot that red is just the one true crimson, son.
One-color could be a true poem.
This is a 100% freedom of speech no content to any reality and or nothing.
This is an art that can only be seen as the reader's reflection of life.